In retrospect, I overreacted. When the Cedar Rapids Kernels offered to let me throw out a first pitch, I shouldn't have run by the editors' offices yelling "I bet your precious Calvin Trillin has never thrown out a first pitch!" I called my new favorite minor-league team immediately and accepted, drunk on my own power and assuming Cedar Rapids wasn't really far away. It is. From anywhere.
Before I left, I meant to practice pitching. What I focused on instead was what to wear. I examined old photos of Presidents' throwing out first pitches, most of whom went with suits. This...
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