Photo Source: Unsplash The boy in the white-and-blue Little League uniform bends over and works his finger through the pale dirt. Dot. Dot. Dot. Then lines connecting the dots, graceful and confident, not thinking about the process. Then more dots and more lines. When he glances up from his seat on the bench, two teammates stare at him. “Tácito,” says the chubbier of the two. “Watch the pitcher. Get in the game.” The second boy slaps his fist into his glove. “He pitches right over...