Over my seventy plus years, I've been to a fair number of ball fields beginning with the Alps Road School in Wayne, New Jersey to 25 major league parks (multiple parks in some cities), including some unusual places like Cam Ranh Bay, Vietnam on Christmas Day, 1971. A dozen years of helping to recreate nineteenth century base ball has not only increased the total number, but taken me to some places even the game's pioneers would have had a hard time envisioning as playing surfaces. As a result, 2020 has been a difficult year for me and so many others who count on spending at least some time on a ball field. Just, however, when I thought the year would be a total washout, in a grace filled moment, Carol and I had a chance to watch our granddaughter, Sophie Zinn play softball in Acton, Massachusetts in just her second game against real pitching. That by itself would have been more than sufficient, but we got to see her first two hits as well as make her pitching debut. Let's hope it's an omen that all of us will be able to get back to/on the ball field in 2021.
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