I’ve been wondering about the players in the college wood bat league in Ozark. I meant to attend more games this summer, but I spent so many innings at ballparks this year that I stopped going for a little while.
I wonder if they feel that way, rubber cleats barely sinking into the turf, playing for a crowd of hundreds of cicadas and dozens of people.
I suppose they didn’t have a crowd for the thousands of swings they took, and the pitches they threw, so perhaps they find a common bond.
Still, it’s nice to see someone recognizable.
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