Imperfect

It’s almost a blessing that the ending of Armando Galarraga’s perfect game went kablooey.  If it hadn’t, then it would’ve been just another statistic.  But now it will forever be a cornucopia of allegories about human frailty, coping with loss, all kinds of things.  Can you imagine how many sermon illustration are going to come from this game?  If Galarraga …