While growing up I never gave much thought to the fact that I spent a lot of time away from home. Most of that time was spent with friends, either at their houses or mine and led to an abundance of good times. However, we also seemed to manage to get into a lot of trouble together.

After all these years, the parents of my friends that opened their homes to me still insist that I perfected the way to find trouble, no matter how far out of the way I had to go to find it. In spite of this, I had friends that no matter what happened or how bad things got one day, I knew we’d still be friends the next day.

This particular story happened thirty years ago. It was about two weeks into the spring high school baseball season. Jake, one of my oldest and closest friends, had made it t...

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