Baseball is meant to be played out of doors. Where you can see the ball fly really high up in the sun, seen only by rainbow lenses, and eyes over foreheads to decipher its movement. A game revolved around something moving far and fast shouldn’t be constrained by roofs and walls and doors. We spend so much time inside, the best part of the game, is to be outside, waiting for the PA announcer to finally stop yammering, the walk up music to come to a close, and the only noise to be a constant murmur like a cafeteria while the ball flutters in a holographic sky.
S.N.O.T.: 9/14/2019
