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.
Chautauqua Institution is saturated with the tradition of re-creation through recreation. To anyone who grew up on Sharpe Field, softball is part of that tradition.
The aroma of smoldering charcoal looms through the air, and the setting sun burns low against the horizon. Laughs, cheers and shouts merge with the murmur of waves, advancing and retreating in sync with the clean-up runner leading off first base. Clay sticks to cleats. It’s no wonder the baseball diamond traditionally epitomizes an American summer.
The cracking of bats and crackling thunder punctuated the humid air around Sharpe Field last Friday evening.