America is a big place. There are thousands of small towns across the country with their own local flavor, and their own local problems. But I find it reassuring that whether one is in Scarsdale, NY or Gold Hill, OR, there's always baseball.
I stopped for a few minutes to watch the kids play. It brought back fond memories of my own distant youth spent on ball fields around Westchester, bat or glove in hand, without a care in the world.
On the next field over, there was a tee-ball game in progress. I don't know how young the kids were, but most of the equipment was bigger than the players themselves.
I don't care what anyone says about football or basketball -- baseball is, and always will be, America's pastime.
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"It brought back fond memories of my own distant youth spent on ball fields around Westchester, bat or glove in hand, without a care in the world."
Uh, "distant youth"? Weren't you playing in a softball league just last year?
The first pic is amazing!
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