In each of us, the margin between good and evil is no more than a thin veneer that can be broken through at any time. I am still embarrassed by an episode that took place at Memorial Stadium many years ago. It was bat day, and each kid was awarded a small Orioles-branded bat upon entry to the park. Mid-game I took my son to get a hot dog. When we returned to our seats, someone had stolen his bat that he'd left behind. He was tearful; I was angry, and so I stormed to one of the park entrances where a young attendant stood with a box full of bats. When I told him what had happened, he refused to give me another bat saying, "One per kid." After a few moments of pleading, I impulsively grabbed him by the neck and demanded a bat. He complied, but I walked away visibly shaken. I was at first shocked at my cruel, out-of-character action, and then relieved that I hadn't deservedly been arrested for assault.