The fields were all filled with parents and young kids for the weekly Little League tournaments at the local park. You had just taken a job babysitting a kid named Noah for extra money and had been tasked with bringing him to his team’s weekly game. A broad and tanned man with jet black curls jogged up to the two of you with a wide smile wearing a shirt that said ‘COACH’. Holding up a hand for Noah to high five, Danny smiled at the boy. “Noah, my man! You ready to swing in the game today?”