SELMA — Zack Thompson toed the rubber Monday afternoon at Raider Field and prepared to face his first hitter in this Wapahani intrasquad scrimmage.
His eyes zeroed in on his catcher Grant Thompson’s glove, but it would’ve been impossible to not let them drift upward into the stands behind home plate.
Nine middle-aged men stood behind the backstop — five in the first row, four in the second — bundled in coats on this 48-degree, cloudy day befitting of Midwestern baseball in March. They wore jeans and ballcaps, they spit between pitches and whispered among themselves quietly.