Alright, lads. A while ago I may have made some cryptic
posts about a mushroom. This is where it all comes out in the wash.
I live on a half-acre property on the edge of the country.
It’s not enormous, and most of it is lawn. As such, my family and I tend to
have a pretty good idea of what goes on there. You can imagine our surprise,
then, when our yard spawned a baseball, seemingly out of nowhere.
Iron in the Sand 