"FIXER-UPPER...NEEDS TLC"

Years before certain municipalities ear-marked millions to renovate a storied ballpark long dormant, our YFS prospecting crack unit recognized the historical and emotional significance of Doby’s Place. A forgotten gem hiding in plain sight, the venue was a shell of its former self. The joyous echoes of hepcats that once clanged off the rafters had been replaced by the mewling caterwauls of actual cats. Whilst its body lay in ruins, its heart was intact. Though it only hitched its skirt for the YFS a handful of times, those who visited felt truly honored. After scaling a mangled back door chain link fence, ballers were greeted with rusted-out fire barrels and spray-painted signatures. A random dumpster didn’t say much but it played a mean left field. Long balls flew over the gracefully curved 5-foot-wall into an army of ghosts. Games were won and lost but there wasn’t a single loser present. These days, Doby’s Place is something else entirely, and the YFS may never return, but the brief moment when it entered our orbit will always be cherished.