Saturday, October 2, 2010


I watched him, the intensity of the moment etching heavy lines on his tan face. He stepped forward focused, unable to hear the deepening silence that was surrounding him. Our small community-- defined by the tall fences, smell of hotdogs and beer, and the blinding sunshine-- held it's breath in anticipation of success or failure, the line between the two being so thin. The CRACK echoed across the field and over the stands; on its heels was a thunderous roar of gratitude as the same tan faced man leisurely rounded the baseball diamond.

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