Annnndddd nobody could give two fucks. That’s when you know you’re in the wilderness. A giant, man-eating black bear is cruising around looking for picnic baskets or the smallest child to maul and the pitcher is still trying to stay loose. It’s not even freaken mentioned in the game’s write up. Impressive. Guaranteed that bear was shot, cooked and cleaned with some baseball mom sporting a new fur coat by the 9th. You don’t let things go to waste in The Final Frontier.
Sweet all dirt outfield, too. Raspberry’s ahoy. Makes The Junction Boys’ practice field look like Augusta.