Balls were a big part of my life growing up in Owen Sound in the 80’s. In the evenings of my youth, my friends and I regularly played scrub at what used to be known as Ryerson park. Because the park was quite small and contained three baseball diamonds, there were regular conflicts with teams using the other diamonds when our hits would interrupt their practices. This smallness not only allowed us the thrill of hitting more home runs, but also hitting neighbourhood cars. Sorry, neighbours.
