But fear not, dear traditionalists! To find that place where people do play baseball for the love of the game, you only need to think back on your life for a moment. For me, it was a large empty lot behind the apartment complex I grew up in. With the wooden fencing of a housing tract looming in the outfield, and a blind, but rarely traveled curve of road winding behind us, my brothers and I had all the real estate we needed to play our three-man games of baseball. Whether it was watching the ball fly or chasing it into the brush, there was no better place to play a game.
It’s baseball season again.