I hit up a Lake County Fielders minor league baseball game tonight. That’s the team owned by Kevin Costner, who was not there tonight unless he was disguised as the bear mascot. I love minor league baseball, but this was particularly good: the stadium was really just bleachers hemmed in by flimsy fence; it cost just three dollars (3!) to get in; the whole mess backed up to cornfields, which is really perfect for a minor league game (especially one with a name that references Field of Dreams); the music basically consisted of clever taunts of the opposing team, the Yuma Scorpions. These are single A players in an independent league; this is about the closest they’ll come to realizing their athletic dreams. The tragic beauty of that has been beaten to the ground and rendered a cliche at this point, but it’s still absolutely true. Especially when the sun is setting right behind the left field foul pole:
I apologize for the blurriness. I also took a sneaky, thirty-second video of this drunk guy dancing in the bleachers. I won’t post that here, though — I’m not that mean.