Hitting a ball with a bat is really hard. I learned that bitter lesson as a third-string little league left fielder. I figured my playing days were well behind me. But recently watching grown men play slow-pitch softball has me intrigued. The trick isn't making contact with the ball; the hard part is timing pitches to avoid feeble grounders. And look- there's beer in the dugout. I wonder if it's too late to join a fat-and-old-guy league this summer?