They handed out some trophies and took some pictures and a few dozen men dabbed at the memories of a lifetime just more than a week ago, at the end of the longest three-month baseball season they ever played. If it wasn’t exactly baseball as we remembered, it passed for something close enough. Any complaints would be drowned out anyway, by the applause for the effort, the hard exhales of relieved moms and dads and friends, and all that hollering on a random diamond down in Texas.
A lot of planning and a little luck got them all through to the end, down one poor soul in the seventh inning of the final game but seemingly with no real harm done, all from the dawn of summer, from the moment of “Tell us when and where.