I’ve walked by the spot several times a week for the past several weeks, but never noticed it.
I’m referring to the memorial at Idle Hour Park, a shrine to coaches and players who gave and gave to the grounds, only to have the last out called too soon.
Some gave years of coaching, helping their children and their neighbors’ children learn the game so many of us love.
Others gave spectators a show on the diamond. They played out their dreams for everyone to see, night after night after night.