I n his second game of the season, Roy made it to the pitcher’s mound. I didn’t get the post-game report until this morning. “How did it go pitching last night?” I asked eagerly. “Horrible,” Roy told me. Scott said it wasn’t that bad. There were a lot of balls thrown—15 by Scott’s count—but Roy also managed to strike one player out. Demoralized by the number of players being walked on his watch, Roy made an appeal to the coach to be pulled as pitcher. He did not complete the inning. Obedience is not one of my son’s super powers. Other children might have stayed on that mound, throwing balls into the dirt until someone else’s exasperated father gave them the hook, but not…