This evening I was watching the Young Relative play baseball at the URA fields when a player tipped a foul ball over the backstop. It landed in a marshy area thickly populated with jungle-sized weeds. Two adventurous boys scampered out of the dugout and plunged into the vegetation, immediately disappearing from view. Less than a minute later they re-appeared, one of them triumphantly carrying the ball.
"Look at that!" I marveled. "They found the ball!"
"Well," my always-precise brother commented, "They found A ball."
And there are certainly some sluggers playing at the KAU fields off Route 82! On Sunday, while walking along the trail that borders the outfield, a friend and I found four baseballs sitting outside the fence that had not been there a few days earlier.
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