Despite the normal rigors of late February in Tucson, the Tucson Old Timers hitched up their shorts and divided into two teams, as they almost always do three times a week, and played baseball. They had to look tough. A potential recruit showed up, and asked about joining the team, but he had to be told that he was too young. "Come back in two or three years!", he was told, "when you reach sixty. This is a game for grown men!" Conditions were February brutal. It had rained mercilessly the day before--almost half and inch--and there were places on the infield where the ground was almost damp. Players were cautioned to control their blinding speed rounding third, lest they lose control. No one lost control, although some muttering about the strike zone was noticed. Purists will notice that the bases have...