"From the Perspective of the man in the field, time during a baseball game passes in any number of odd ways. Hardly anything is measured in minutes or hours, but rather by the distinctive pace of a pitcher's wind-up, for instance, or the obsessive and repetitive movements of a hitter settling him self in the batter's box. Time stretches, lays itself out in the mid-day sun like picnickers in a Renoir painting, but the player must not be fooled, for...