High school baseball seasons in New England are painfully short. This one began with deep snow in March and ended with heavy rain in May, washing out our last — and most eagerly anticipated — game of the year, against our biggest rival. Today, at season’s end, a little sadness, and much gratitude for the players, fellow coaches, and grounds crew, who made this brief season so memorable. We’ll get ’em next year.
Photograph by the author. View from the third base coach’s box at our home field, where I pace, and pace, and pace, minding runners and flashing signs.