The mid-morning air is cool as we pack our things and head for the car. The sun is just poking through the clouds, creating a majestic sight that only Iowa could provide. Although frost bites my skin, I can tell it’s going to be a scorcher. Every Sunday during the summer and fall, my father and I would go to the Dugout Softball Complex. He played there and he loved softball as much as anyone loves anything. I thoroughly enjoyed going with him every weekend and watching him, and hanging out with his friends. Over time, his friends were my friends, and I met some of the most amazing people I know there. The Dugout was like our church; we could stay there from 10 in the morning till 10 at night and never get bored. Every Sunday was a great day.…show more content… If you look at the skyview, it looks like a giant three-leaf clover. The middle field is lower than the other too, so if it rains, fields 1 and 3 are usually dry. Field 2 usually just turns into a huge swamp. The bar is in the uninhabited 4th of the square. It looks like the stem of the clover. There’s a sandpit in the back with lots of garbage and broken glass. Better wear boots!
Upon arrival, you’re immediately hit in the face with large amounts of dust and rocks that spawn from the gravel parking lot. You must fight through that all the way to the complex, choking and shielding your eyes. As soon as you reach the complex, the scent of popcorn berates your nostrils. This smell is closely followed by the stench of urine and beer. During your stay here, you are sure to get engulfed in at least 10 random dust clouds, spawning from a slide or one-hopper. Protect yourself if you don’t want too much dust in your
