As he walked toward the edge of the woods, he tripped over a tractor tire embedded in the dirt. He looked down and saw a baseball half covered by the tire. He wiggled it out of the dirt. The ball was old and worn with its seams torn, but Billy felt a strange attraction to it, like it had a personality. Like it had a story to it. He couldn't explain the feeling, but he decided this old ball was going home with him. He looked at it. "I'm going to call...