I loved to play baseball as a kid and even played for a little league team. Problem is, during those games I was never any good at it. I couldn’t hit a ball to save my life. So, the one time I did hit a ball, it was a line drive to the third baseman for an out. My father still prepared a celebration for me at home, a special lunch congratulating me on the fact that I at least made contact with the ball. Sounds mean, but I was very grateful.