I don’t really consider myself one of these obsessed, intramural sports people. Sure, I like to play sports; I’m pretty decent at them, but nothing has transformed me like managing and playing on a coed softball team. Look, I don’t know what it is. It’s the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning, the last thing I think about when I go to sleep. I was covering a story for the JA about this restaurant closing in Natick. I was talking with the owner in his back office about how he is closing up his deli after 33 years in the business. So here’s this guy, pouring out his heart into my digital voice recorder; recounting all of the potato pancakes he’s flipped, all of the friends he’s made, and then there’s me, thinking about how if I had just switched Marino and Sarrah out of the one and two-holes in our game in Andover four Saturdays ago, we would have won and been 3-0 in the division. And that, “It’s managerial mistakes like these that are going to cost you the BSSC Sunday Coed Softball League championship. Now who’s going to platoon at 2B this week?”