To you this may simply look like a jar of dirt. But what you don't know, is that inside this jar lies a fragment of dirt from nearly every field you have played on since I first realized your passion for this game. By now, I could have filled up 80 jars of dirt, so as time went on, every pinch of dirt that I stole from the softball fields while you were gathering your stuff at the end of the day became smaller and smaller. Remember the game you made turned a triple play? What about the game that you got cleated in shins and although bloody and bruised and wearing ripped pants, … [Read more...]