Wednesday, August 3, 2011


The earth was dry in the August heat. Runners sliding into the bases were often hidden in a cloud of bright, tan dust and defensive players who danced in anticipation along the base lines sent small clouds rising from their feet. It was bright and it was warm in the waning of the day.

And my son's team came from behind, pulled out a 5-3 victory and won the championship of their league.

As always, I came away hoarse from hollering.

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