The field

Lion's Park is a marvel. It's carved out of a cornfield just north of Donna, a small town of about 10,000 people. Last year, the underbrush just 20 feet south of the backstop was thick and dense. When fouls went back there, few brave souls ventured deeper than 10 or 15 feet looking for baseballs. Rattlesnakes are still plentiful in our area.

Just two years ago, the treasurer of our local high school association stomped a rattlesnake to death in the middle of the diamond at San Isidro during a play-off game. No, Roy wasn't in plate shoes. He was working the bases. He says he was brave. We say he was stupid.

On Saturday, when I got to the park, I commented to Alejandro that everything "looked real nice out back."

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