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I played my first baseball game at eight. I was years behind.  My teammates on the Fireballs had been playing together since tee ball.  But there was no tee at my first game. I had to hit a ball that was moving. It was dad’s pitch, but it may as well have been Nolan Ryan. Continue reading “A GOD WHO SINGS. Zephaniah 3:17.”