How does it work when you are in a new town?
I’m driving to Dallas on Tuesday.
I haven’t been back since my Dad died.
My mind conjures the ride to get there, almost like a ghost in the corner.
Stopping at Texarkana on the State Line to gas up and get a cold Coke.
Then nothing but flat earth and no trees for miles until you climb a small ridge and look down on Rockwall and the lake.
After that, it’s all traffic.
Wide lanes of racing cars, horns, birds.
We’re going to a 9u Baseball World Series.
And just between you and me, I think this is the last tournament we play with this team.
It’s been a good run, five years of T-ball, coach pitch and moving up into kid pitch.
I’ve told you often about the “family” feel of the team, about drinking beer around a firepit, or laughing it up at tournaments.
Pool parties, and meet up’s downtown.
A fun group, a great group.
The problem with being good at something is the only way to keep getting better is to play with better players.