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Okay, we can talk then. In 5th grade I learned the term baby-boomer (I also read The Feminine Mystique) and was tahgut that it defined children born from late 1945 through 1952. Somehow things got stretched out there. I blame the Beatles.I question the genuine nature of any public ball-game program that kids don't learn in their own neighborhood in vacant lots. My town spends multiple millions per year on a cradle-to-grave bezboll program that "teaches the basics" (Dad's busy) in T-ball starting at age 6. In 40 years that program has produced two brief major league careers, three sports-medicine clinics and countless 3.2% alcoholics. I'm not a pro so I won't try to count divorces and psychologically-significant emotional events, but they have been legion. American Legion. Oh, yes, and there were many trophies.So long as these silly pastimes are funded by bake sales, admission fees, contributions from enthusiasts and business sponsorships, I don't call for total abolition (yet--don't push me). But not one dollar of tax money, or educational grants, or university endowment should ever go to a sport not based on war.With you on the A.D.whatever, but consider: sports salesmen invoke the value of letting kids run and play to relieve dull-class syndrome, but any semi-pro junior league coach will talk your leg off on (1)kids who oughta be on ADD medication, and (2)kids who can't learn the game because of (1). But to get back to the parents...
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(VISITOR) AUTHOR'S NAME
Hisejn
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