New York, I'm Ready to Go | By Sonny Gray
You’ve gotta have the hat. The hat’s the key. My son, Gunnar, is only 2½ years old, but he already loves baseball. And when we play ball around the house, well, it just being the two of us, you might imagine that rules-wise it’s pretty lax. And that’s true, to an extent. For starters, we barely even have enough players to field two teams — just me on the mound (it’s a thin rotation), and then Gunnar at bat. But no matter how ragtag our games are, there’s always one thing that he insists on...