Fear not, my friends

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.

Larry Granillo, Baseball Nation

My brothers and I spent many hot summer days playing ball in this empty lot in Fresno, CA.

My brothers Larry, Casey, and I spent many hot summer days playing ball on this empty lot in Fresno, CA.

It’s baseball season again.

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