Baseball, after the long winter drought of nothing but basketball, is back. For me it is one of the best highlights of the year. At this time of the year, along with crocuses, tulips, cherry blossoms, late night melodies from the frog swamps, and children playing outdoors, baseball returns. In its full-glory it is major league baseball, in it's unfettered and purest form, it's the little ones playing in yards and sandlots. It is America and it is glorious. My sketch denotes the three strikes about which the entire game is structured. Everyone should get more than one, or two attempts to get whatever they're attempting fashioned in the manner they want, but after that, it's someone else's turn. And turns, that ancient concept of democratic idealism, is what we have built our society upon: whether it's turns in the barber shop, or in the grocery line, at the nearest 4-way stop, or the number of years in the president's term. It's about fairness and equal opportunity. I love it.