Charlie plays second base for his Little League team. I noticed that when there’s a baserunner on second, he often chats the player up quite a bit.
“I saw you talking to the baserunners tonight,” I said to him recently. “You know those guys?”
“No,” he said. “I’m trying to distract them. Keep them from catching the signs. Maybe make them miss a passed ball.”
He’s just like me. Looking for every edge. Squeezing out every possible advantage.
Yet he seems so damn sweet.
A deadly combination.
