Chisel at the Bat (Short Story‪)‬

I confess that I have long felt a certain sense of guilt about my love of sports. And that feeling is mainly due to one man: my father. So now it's time to invoke his sporting ghost. "I'm calling you out of the dugout, Dad. Yeah, I know you've been in there a long time: it's been over forty years since your death. We're going to have to reach back even further, more than sixty years, to the days when you were still an active ballplayer. What's this all about? I'll tell you what this is all about. Step into the on-deck circle, take a few quick practice swings, and listen."