It’s a chilly morning in early January. As the sun begins to peek above the horizon with its warming rays; a small group of retired men and women gather and begin stretching. Slowly at first, they stretch – soaking in the ever-warming rays of sunshine and shaking off the desert’s cold night air. There are winces and groans as joints begin to loosen in the crisp morning air. They are all wearing brightly colored shirts with names of local businesses emblazoned across their chests. Suddenly a “pop” sound echoes through the air as a ball lands in the pocket of a glove. More follow and soon a chorus of “pops” are filling the area. As the dew fades across the fresh cut grass, a single person strides to a small white rectangle plate and yells out, “Play Ball.” It’s time for Senior Softball!¬† Continue¬†reading here.