The dusty red diamond looks as fine as powdered sugar. Spectators watch from bleachers and golf carts. Ball park hot dogs are the delicacy of the day. This is life from now until March. Men play one diamond.
Ladies take the other.
Their pink and lavender T-shirts give the field the palette of an Easter egg, but their game is far from girly. They scramble in the outfield. They jump and high-five when a teammate crosses home plate. After a summer watching her granddaughter play fast pitch in Michigan, the sport seeped into her blood. I love it.