Taped to the dugout wall —
a piece of scrap paper, names scrawled in pencil, smudged by dirt and fingers.
It wasn’t official.
It wasn’t pretty.
But it told you where you stood,
who you were,
what you were called to do that day.
Stoicism
You don't control whether you bat first or last.
You control how you step to the plate when your name is called.
Take the role l…