“The last time I played catch?” wrote Barry Bauchwitz. “Well, when our Danish friends were here their son, 10 years old and born on the 4th of July, became smitten with baseball. We went to two Indians games and he made a couple of trips to the sporting goods store and talked his dad into: bat, ball, mitt, batting gloves and baseball cards. He played catch every day and his little sister had to get a hat and a mitt as well. While I suggested that he purchase the squishy baseball for practice he managed to find two real ones at the local field. He did well and played daily, as I said.
“Then he returned home and he and his friends began playing catch every day. Yesterday we received a late phone call. Apparently while attempting to catch a hard throw from his friend with the real baseball, he missed. It hit him squarely in the mouth and knocked his teeth askew. One tooth appeared to be totally knocked out. Several hours in the ER and they got the bleeding stopped. They are planning to see a denist to see if the tooth can be saved.
“So, it may be that his baseball career is over.
“When we experience the Danish invasion, due to your writing about my idea to market the city to Danish tourists, it may be best to apply a warning label in Danish to baseballs at the local sporting goods stores.”