Cloudless sky. 75 degrees. Palms swaying beyond the outfield fence. Two good teams in a tight, well-played game, on an immaculate, professional grade ball field.
Pitchers are throwing strikes, batters are raking, fielders are scooping ’em up and hauling ’em in.
And I don’t want to be anywhere else.
That was Arizona, where I watched Middlebury College baseball last week, six games in three days, double headers. I’m the baseball “faculty affiliate” (all Midd teams have one).