The stranger in the tiny town walked up to the sandlot baseball field to watch a group of loud and excited ragtag boys playing a pickup game of baseball. After a few minutes of listening to the crack of the bat, watching the ball sail over the heads of the outfielders, and watching several runners cross the plate, he moved to stand directly behind the sweaty catcher at home plate.

"Hey, bud, what's the score?" The catcher turned to answer him during a lull in the action and replied, "We're behind, 24 to nuthin'." The man smiled and asked indulgently, "Reckon it's time to call the game and head...