The game….the essence of the game, is not to be found in the shifting allegiances of pampered players. The ones whose agents hope they hit .270 so they can jump ship to a team in a larger market. If you want to see the beauty of the game, make time to watch a game of eight year olds who can’t wait for the post game Popsicles. Sit near the dugout so you can hear their enthusiastic chatter up close and personal. This is the essence of the game….the kids who sleep in their uniforms so they are ready for tomorrow morning’s game.