In an iconic movie line, Tom Hanks tells one of his female players, “There’s no crying in baseball!”

There has also been no clock.

As a child, I went to many Cleveland Indians games with my Dad. I was passionate and wrote about that loyalty a while back. I even sat through doubleheaders and enjoyed it. At each one, I conscientiously wore by Ernie Banks baseball glove just in case a foul ball flew our way along the third-base line.

One day it did!

It crashed into an empty chair right in front of me. My little hand was inches from grasping the prize when a man knocked me over and snatched it. Good life lesson.

I took my boys to pro baseball games too — in Japan. One day a foul fell near my oldest son. He held the scuffed thing like a sacred orb fallen from Heaven.

Moments later, however, a stadium usher appeared and demanded its return. A life lesson in another place.

When I was 11, however, I gave up on Major League Baseball for reasons detailed in this week’s commentary. It seems many have also abandoned the nation’s one-time national sport. One major reason: The games sometimes seem interminable.

Now, MLB has a solution pending.

I discuss this in our latest little commentary.