It is baseball weather, for sure. Temperature in the mid-70s rising to maybe 80 this afternoon, with humidity to match. Chance of a few refreshing showers, which we old dawgwalkers normally appreciate.
Again today, following a big weekend for baseball games on these fields, we found left-behind baseballs and softballs galore. If we had brought along one of those tall batting-practice buckets, we could have made a good start of filling it with baseballs. I always wonder who has the money to throw away perfectly playable balls by just leaving them littering the fields after a day at the ballpark.
|Elle hungrily eyes her Carolina League prize|
We will be doing many more ballpark jaunts these summery mornings. A bonus is that we also can usually spot bluebirds there, which reside in dead trees in the swampy area beyond right field where many home-run balls have gone to their final resting places.
© Robert Gray Holland 2017