The real wisdom here isn't about suppressing emotion—it's about the peculiar contract we make when we enter certain spaces, where we agree to channel our disappointment into action rather than dissolution. When a batter strikes out, falling apart at home plate solves nothing; the game continues regardless, and so must he. In our own lives, this applies less to baseball fields than to boardrooms, family dinners after bad news, or hospitals where steady hands matter more than honest tears—places where giving way to despair abandons those depending on us. Ganz captures something about masculine honor that's worth keeping even as we've learned (rightly) that crying itself isn't shameful: the notion that our feelings don't exempt us from responsibility.