Cartoonishly Evil Rich Guy Spends $50K Crafting a “Revenge” Youth Baseball Team for his 10-Year-Old Son
Sometimes it can be fun to imagine a classic story from the villain’s point of view. To gain new perspective, hear opposing arguments – maybe even shift your sympathies.
This is a story about a man from Long Island.
Robert Sanfilippo had a son—a young boy, of about 10 or 11—who liked to play baseball or, anyway, who played baseball, and his playing of it was liked by his dad.
Robert’s son played for a team called the Long Island Infernos. He spent his weekends criss-crossing Long Island, eating Quaker Oats bars and drinking Capri Suns, and putting the base in the hoop—hole in one—or however baseball is played.
However, while the other boys strolled ‘round the diamond like golden gods—their skinny arms hurling fastballs like meteors, their hand-eye coordination the stuff of legend—Robert’s son struggled.
He had, in the vague euphemism of the New York Post “failed to flourish.”
Perhaps the boy had other talents. Writing or building or videogamery.
But Robert decided his son’s talent was baseball.