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I'm playing hooky. It's Thursday around noon, and a column is due, but it's 1970 and I'm playing hooky.I'm watching baseball. Gloriously sunny, rapturously dramatic, midweek playoff baseball. I'm sitting in my living room in the middle of the day watching the San Francisco Giants playing in the divisional series in Cincinnati, right down the road from the Louisville, Ky., classroom where I once played baseball hooky on a playground.Kids get tired of hearing these stories, but they really happened. When I was in seventh grade at St. Albert the Great, I would excuse myself for a restroom visit, then escape to the basketball courts to listen to the first innings of the World Series games between the Reds and the Baltimore Orioles, thus missing most of English composition class.Maybe that explains the short paragraphs.