For years, the daily routine was Calen and Wyatt would come home from school and get a game on in the front yard.  It didn’t matter if it was hot or cold, football or baseball, or two or more brothers, cousins, friends, or neighbors.  It was most often some combination of the two Kirklands, the three Morgans, the four Johnsons, the two Gulleys and the lone Dillard . . . no girls allowed.  The air would be full of voices and laughter wafting into the house through open windows.  Balls were always bouncing off the roof or picture window. When a baseball hit the front window one day and he…