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Author's note: I am not a medical doctor. If you have a specific question about the diagnosis, treatment, or prevention of any illness, please talk to a medical doctor. That's not just an attempt to shield myself from liability; it's a genuine statement of my views on how we delegate responsibilities in society. I wouldn't want anyone taking medical advice from me any more than I'd want them taking medical advice from some quack with a YouTube channel. This article is presented not as a medical article, but as an article on risk management. And baseball.   A summer afternoon in the ballpark has a way of engaging the senses. The grass is an impossibly deep green against the muted red of the infield dirt. The home team uniforms are crisp white, accented with the team colors. The road team's grays are similarly accented. The warm air carries the scent of steaming hot dogs. Fans shell peanuts and wash them down with ice-cold cups of foamy beer.  There are no outs an

Twenty-nine years ago today, a couple of college sweethearts said "I do", drove away from the church in her little white Ford Escort, and started a life together. For our honeymoon, we drove slowly up the California coast, ultimately to Napa Valley. On the second night, we stayed in a little hotel in Monterey. This was in the days before on-demand movies or even satellite TV. A selling feature of this particular hotel was that it had in-room HBO. The movie that happened to be on that night was Sleeping With the Enemy . Neither of us had seen it, so we watched it. It's become a running joke with us that we would have watched a thriller about an obsessive psycho husband on our honeymoon, and it has become a tradition in ensuing years to watch it on or near our wedding anniversary. It's also somewhat traditional for us to enjoy a meal together of pizza and champagne (it's actually a really good combination). Tonight, we'll be enjoying Dom Perignon, pizza from our