Benton, my 3-year-old grandson, is a delight in every way except one.
Since his early days, I have placed a baseball (or any suitable round object) in his left hand, hoping the repetition will be the first step in his development as a southpaw relief pitcher.
You may know my dream. Benton warms up in the bullpen to face one batter in the eighth inning of a major-league game, gets an out, and collects a $5 million check annually without breaking a sweat. Meanwhile, Papaw is beaming in the stands.