Mourn the Angels if you must, but baseball remains a cut above – Los Angeles Times

I see a ballfield the way a sailor sees the sea. Beneath the obvious mowing patterns, I can make out the faint paths where the grounds crew cuts it foul pole to foul pole, so as not to emboss the outfield with game-changing ridges.

This secondary mowing pattern is subtle, and you have to hunt for it: a stubble beneath the stubble, a 4 o’clock shadow. That’s baseball for you, all nuance and subtext.


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