Official looking men with chalk and clipboards keep it sorted out. Pride and wagers are at stake. The last competition of the evening is between two men who might as well have been in that original photo book. One is 90, the other 86. They have coaches.
Someone lays a clump of grass on the roadway as a target point.
The coach motions it left or right, as though the wind direction is the critical competitive edge. The men line up on the verge. Everyone wants a view. The ball bounces hard once, then flies true down the center. Go the men.