I imagine them now. There are ghost runners hanging out on bases all throughout the land.
Not until a few days ago I hadn't used the term "ghost runner" since I was a kid. Now I'm using it all the time.
Besides some typical April rainy weather, it's been quite nice lately, and the kids and I -- well, my son and I mainly -- have been playing kickball in our front yard.
It's a sweet game. All you need are bases and a ball. It's a mash-up of dodge ball and baseball. Once the ball has been kicked, the runner is fair game unless he or she is on a base.
I look forward to playing this game much more this summer. Game on, clowns.