And now, a poem.
Lawn chairs neatly line
Caps pulled low,
Chins tucked into top of fleece zippers
As chilled April breeze blows at their backs.
Sun sinks behind the neighboring houses;
Hushed chatter, no raucous calls.
Waiting to see what the season will hold:
Pitching problems? Ball handling?
Waiting and watching.
Little League Opening Day.