The scoreboard is in a distant corner. The grass and weeds are long. The numbers lay low, undisturbed, save for a man with a camera.

A nest of nets?

The biggest shelter shed in the west? What did Woody (or was it Rex?) say to Buzz? Impressive wingspan. Something like that.

How did that Blackeyed Susans song go ? Glory, glory, hallelujah, Our time is marching on…Something like that.

The grass and weeds are long. The numbers lay low, undisturbed.