We got here in April and on one of our first walks through the streets we found the baseball field . The field and pitch is well manicured . Leroy and I looked at each other and smiled , we’re going to be spending some time here . If you want a cliche picture of American life , this is it . 
The sandy gravel of the diamond met by perfectly green grass ; hemmed in by fencing and nets , with a complete concrete amphitheater and hotdog stand . We came back on the weekend and the place is humming with kids in uniform , dads in baseball caps and the mums cheering on little Price , Crosby or Nolan ( no Johnny here ) . There’s something more about this place , it’s a symbol of Hermosa Beach , it’s local , it’s there’s . For now we’l look on from the outside .Forward nearly 10 months and we are here , ready for Leroy’s first game . We’d heard rumours that this is where socialising begins . We’ve been through the tryout , as Leroy needed to show what his capabilities were , coming from Australia a place that rarely plays this game . All good there . If anyone knows Leroy you know we’d be well prepared . Plenty of practice out in the park had him champing at the bit . We rock up for opening day and there’s blow up castles , baseball outfits , kids and parents , hotdogs , a brass band .. the works . Emma and I look at each other with a little smirk , shit we’ve underestimated this one 
. 11am in the morning and there’s eskies with guys drinking beer from cups and women drinking Baileys ……. at last , thought it’d never happen . Must’ve been something only Aussies did . After a whirlwind of introductions and the waft of grog I felt left out , shit I’ve got no beer …….. won’t happen next game .
March 4 the little league
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