My kids will tell you, all I ever want to do is sit around and talk old high school baseball stories.
In 1977, I was in the first graduating class of Shadow Mountain High School in Phoenix, Arizona. Because the school was brand new, the baseball field was still desert-like.
Every Saturday our baseball coach, William Hatcher, made us come down to the field at a very unreasonable hour. Our job? To pick up rocks out of our infield so we’d get better hops.
Every Saturday for three years.
You can take a barren piece of desert and make something of it – ask Curt Schilling, who became an all-state pitcher on the same field…..in a small way thanks to us.
Can something be done here?