I grew up in the late 1950s and early 1960s on a hill in the Southwest Bronx neighborhood of Highbridge, which overlooked a magical place called Yankee Stadium. To a

Runner on third, one man out. The infield is playing back. It is conceding the run. In effect, the team on the field is saying to the team at bat:

Major league baseball players earn more, much more, than their predecessors could have imagined in their wildest dreams. One would think that today players would count their blessings, be delighted