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Dear Softball…
This is a blog post I wrote a couple days after my very last softball game, which happened on this day exactly ten years ago.
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Embrace My Racism
This story is completely true. It was the first softball game of the County Summer Co-ed Rec League. I was a bit late to the ball park, and most everyone was already there. Some were sitting on the bench putting on cleats. Others were in the outfield stretching and warming up. The late afternoon sun cast everything in a yellow golden hue, and warmed my back and legs as I approached the field. When I …