Thursday proved a somber reminder that baseball, like life, is fleeting. We prefer to think of it as a kid’s game, played easily, day after day, in the sunshine. You hit the ball. You throw the ball. You catch the ball. Sometimes you win. Sometimes you lose. Sometimes it rains.
But the game is more violent and vehement and cruel than all that. On Thursda…
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