On Finding Solace Through the Dignity of Baseball

By Ryan Moser — FROM THE INSIDE

I walk out to third base and close my eyes, inhaling deeply and expecting to smell fresh cut grass and cherry bubblegum-like back when I was a kid playing for the Warminster Tigers. Reaching down, I rub the dirt between my fingers. I mentally replay that Little League baseball game when I scraped the skin from my knee as I slid into second and the…