I walk on this baseball field almost everyday, usually with dogs on leash. But I was a catcher here not that many years ago in a “league” for guys over 65. Like most of the players I could hit and throw reasonably well, but not run. Rounding first was it. Doubles were rare and anything more than that was due to an outfielder falling down. I took this shot a few days ago because the lighting was the kind you need when you are having a baseball memory.

Participants in this league had a “use it or lose it” mentality, or more accurately, a field to grave approach to life. For now I am content to walk our dogs across the infield, although my catcher’s mitt is in the hallway closet–the mask,pads and cleats are in the garage.

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