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IT HAPPENS every spring—columnists and editorialists trot out cliché-filled paeans to (or laments for) baseball. My former status as a reporter kept me from indulging in this sort of thing. But now, dear reader, it is, as Ted Williams put it, My Turn at Bat.

First, the clichés: The DH is a travesty; the owners are ruining the game; good pitching beats good hitting; it’s a game of inches; take it one game at a time; give 110 per cent; etc., etc.

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Rich Lowry

Rich Lowry is the editor in chief of National Review.

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IT HAPPENS every spring—columnists and editorialists trot out cliché-filled paeans to (or laments for) baseball. My former status as a reporter kept me from indulging in this sort of thing. But now, dear reader, it is, as Ted Williams put it, My Turn at Bat.

First, the clichés: The DH is a travesty; the owners are ruining the game; good pitching beats good hitting; it’s a game of inches; take it one game at a time; give 110 per cent; etc., etc.