Lessons on follow-through from a father to son | GUEST COMMENTARY

On Saturday mornings during Little League season, my father dragged my older brother and me away from cartoons to teach us how to throw a baseball. Neighborhood friends were envious of these father-son outings. My brother and I knew better.

For something as simple, quotidian, as throwing a ball, we were forced to spend countless hours doing it. My father insisted we learn the ‘correct’ technique, which meant raising the arm to a perfect 90-degree angle, hand tilted back as if carrying a small coffin.