A white goose, oblivious to the menagerie of animals around him, greets visitors at the end of the gravel driveway of the Gerringer family farm.
Ruby, the family dog, is there, too, with a turkey, a dozen chickens running free and cows, lots of cows, as you might expect on a dairy farm.
You’re only 70 miles, as the crow flies, west of N.C. State’s campus, but Gibsonville feels like a faraway land in a faraway time. It’s easy to understand why N.C. State rightfielder Brock Deatherage calls this his comfort zone.
The cows don’t care if you can hit a curve.