Men’s softball vets talk past, what’s ahead
If they weren’t playing for anything, they wouldn’t be keeping score.
If they weren’t playing for anything, they wouldn’t be keeping score.
A breeze off the lake lifted dust from the third base line. The sun peeking through the dust lent the entire scene a golden light, like a staged and faded Daguerreotype scene captured by an antique camera obscura. With a few more handlebar mustaches, it could have been the turn of the century. [w/ SLIDESHOW]
The cracking of bats and crackling thunder punctuated the humid air around Sharpe Field last Friday evening.