I laughed when I drove past this sign on the way into Green Mountain Falls yesterday. I had noticed the run-down, less-than-manicured field many mornings. In fact, I had thought several times that it would be great to get a group of people out there to play some Sunday. But when I looked closer and saw that this bedraggled diamond was the town's Field of Dreams, I just chuckled and thought, "That's awesome." I vowed to come back for pictures after church (which I was running a little late for).
I wonder if they ever came....
The irony of this sign was just too much....
That can't be comfortable...
This base had seen better days and was cast aside. Poor fella'.When most of us think "Field of Dreams" we imagine that utopian field of green in Kevin Costner's corn field. Or perhaps we just picture some incredible, lush field of our imaginations, freshly chalked with an infield of the smoothest dirt.
But the funny thing is, there are those of us who fell in love with the stubby grass and dry dust of the Sandlot. We come alive during a schoolyard pickup game in a way that goes a lot deeper than enjoying a good seat at a Rockies game. Personally, I played many late-night games of baseball with the rag-tag kids in my mountain neighborhood, and later coached little girls on a slightly overgrown middle school diamond.
That's the part of me that, long before I saw the sign, had fallen in love with the sight of that ball field as I drove by. What to name it just depends on who's doing the dreaming, I suppose. For those who love a day with friends on a small town, simple baseball field, it really does live up to its claim: it's a backyard ballplayer's field of dreams.
2 comments:
Love the pictures, they are wonderfully ironic
I caught a great one driving through Wyoming (maybe it was CO?) it was a highway billboard that looked like it was made in the 70's - advertising a hotel that had been "newly remodeled"
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