My 9-year-old son played Little League Baseball for the first time last Spring. Sam is crazy about baseball, and little thrills him (and by extension, us) like game time. The protective parent in me had one major reservation about Little League, however, a concern which can be summed up in three words: Baseballs are hard. Sam is quite skilled for his age — sleeping with your glove on has its benefits — but I worried that his forehead would not welcome a speeding hard ball.… read this issue >>