Suileabháin has a post about his son's team losing the last game of the season, and how he consoled him:
"How are you feeling, hot & tired?"
"Terrible. The only thing that hurts are my feelings"
"Close your eyes. Feel that, that's the sun on your face. Now listen, can you hear the crowd, far over there? And the sound of that ball smacking leather while those guys play catch? Smell? You smell the fresh cut grass and the dirt? That's baseball, that's what I want you to remember about this season."
It's easy to forget, with all the complications, the posturing, the petty arguments with umpires, the bickering among fans, the sheer grind of the game sometimes at the professional level, what baseball really is: a beautiful game, meant for children, to teach them things they need to learn.