Something a reader posted on Facebook the other day sent my mind hurtling back to my time as a West U Little League dad, a miasmal abyss of resentments (petty and large); class hatred; and pining for the good old days. Little League ain’t what is used to be, nowhere more so than the West U of the late 2000s.
I came into it all with a chip on my shoulder…
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