It’s already my favorite time of the year again, when Major League Baseball rolls around amid spring training, which I still like a lot more than the NFL. Go, Cubs, go. Baseball takes me back in time to a more relaxed period; whereas pro football reminds me how fast-paced life has become. To say I hate fast-paced would be an understatement. If this were a column about psychology instead of sports, the question would be: why can we tolerate some world-class braggarts and not others? Why can’t I stand LeBron James when he says, “I’m the best player in the world?” Why does ...