Reflections on Euro Baseball (and Softball)

It is July and the MLB All-Star Game is today, marking the half-way point in the near meaningless slog of six months of professional baseball before it begins mattering for a couple games in October. And hey, win or lose, just wait four months, and then try it all over again. I played organized (and semi-organized in the front yard) baseball from eight to 17-years-old. Then I took seven years off. It was during this seven-year hiatus from playing that baseball (and its close friend, softball) reemerged briefly in my life. This reemergence occurred in the summer of 2011 in Ukraine and accounts for Part I and Part II of the stories here. When I came back from Peace Corps in Ukraine, I had an itch to do all the American stuff all over again I had missed and so I joined a church league,  <a href="https://mattorrwrites.medium.com/reflections-on-euro-baseball-and-softball-8e149f7f3e9">Learn More</a>