... pickoffs, rundowns, force-outs, double plays, strike-outs. You are finally safe only when you get back to your roots home plate. Poet John Berryman, who ridiculed those who asked about his 'roots' ('as if I were a plant,' he scoffed) he wrote this credo of rootlessness: Exile ... we could. On days when you and your spouse fight, the kids hate you, your co-workers mistrust you, and even the guy who bags your groceries gives you a dirty look, the possibilities of a hermit's life begin to look pretty good. But ...
