As President Donald Trump chips away daily at our democratic republic, I find temporary easing of the pain by watching old western movies and sports. Herewith, several observations on the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat.

While trapped in an evident brain fog, the lords of baseball envisioned a game between the Reds and Braves at an auto racetrack. Their Bristol Raceway game in Tennessee was a disaster from end to end. What were the anticipated benefits of covering the auto track’s infield with dirt, then laying on artificial turf and building temporary clubhouses for the players, as well as setting up a pittance of seating near the playing field? The vast majority of spectators were left to crane their necks, far from the action.

When a game-time monsoon let loose, the endless

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