It was a few hours past midday, the July heat bearing down from the sky at East Cobb fields in Georgia. The past few days had been quite busy with the WWBA National Championship hosted by Perfect Game.
A man who had slicked back white hair and wore a polo shirt walked around the outskirts of the main field, his blue eyes scanning the people who had come out to watch the final game of the tournament.
The man was in his mid 60's, but he looked exceptionally fit for his age.
"Mr. Fisher, it's good to see you." A figure called out, getting the man's attention.
Rob Fisher, the chairman of the WWBA turned his head and recognized the man who had spoken. "Coach Wyatt, what a pleasant surprise," he said calmly, "I thought you would have already left with your team after losing yesterday."
Coach Wyatt wore a wry smile, "Well, we were going to… But the kids wanted to stay and watch the final."
