Do kids playing baseball run the bases and slide into home plate? Not any more. Give me a few secs to explain. I was shooting baskets in the park this evening, and in a nearby field was a squad of eleven- and twelve-year-olds shagging flies and taking grounders. The kids were coached by a leather-lunged guy who had trained them to call out the bases to where the ball was to be thrown. When I was a kid in Texas, we used to yell to the outfielder, “Third base, third!” or “Throw home!” Well, these kids are taught to shout a number – “Three!” – and the outfielder grabs the ball and throws it to third base. The weirdest thing is to hear the call to home: “Four, four!” They’re throwing to “four” – not home plate. So baseball nomenclature is becoming completely digital. I guess you could imagine a day when your glove is a five and a chipped tooth is one of your thirty-twos. To me, all coaches seem like big zeros. This guy’s assistant was a half-wit. It got dark and they all piled into their SUVs and drove four.