Some many years ago, about eighty, I was a kid growing up in Brooklyn, New York, and during the long summer months, our game was baseball. Every morning, an assorted group would show up at a local sandlot for pickup games. We usually could scrounge up a pair of too-heavy-to-break bats, but the ball was a problem.
Balls cost 35 cents for a college- or big leagues-quality ball. We rarely had that between us. So, we had to settle for the five-cent baseball. We never knew where they came from because at that time, there was no law requiring the posting of the country of origin.
Most often, the five-cent ball lasted to the second or third inning, and then would start to burst at the seams, and shredded paper with Chinese print would come out. The dreaded “Chinese ball.” Game over!
Well, the past century of wars came and went, and about twenty some years ago, a lot of greedy folks in our country, who didn’t know about the “Chinese baseballs,” decided that it would make these folks rich if we would give the major portion of our U.S. trade, our leading-edge technology and jobs to China. In return, we got a lot of their “Chinese baseballs!”
Then, along came President Donald Trump and demanded to them: No more “Chinese baseballs!” Else, we are taking our bats and going home!