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It happens every summer: packs of beer-bellied men with gloves and aluminum bats put their middle-aged bodies to the test on the softball diamond. For some, this yearly ritual is driven by a simple desire to enjoy a good ballgame; for others, it's a way to forge friendships - and rivalries. But for one short, wild-haired, bespectacled professor, playing softball in New York's Central Park means a whole lot more. It's one last chance to heal the nagging wounds of Little League trauma before the r...