May 21, 2025Debra MurphyLeft Fielder

I was always chosen last to be on the team. I couldn’t catch or hit, so they put me out in far left field—the place I could do the least damage. One time, my German Shepherd, Ming, stood watch in center field, a position I evidently wasn’t talented enough to play. She picked up a ground ball, brought it to me, and I threw it in.