LYONS

Lorenzi Park does not forgive you, but it remembers you. The lake holds the reflection of every Little League trophy ceremony since 1968. On August evenings when the heat finally breaks around 7:30 you can smell carne asada three diamonds over and hear a grandmother correcting her grandson's batting stance in two languages at once. The Lyons do not play for a city. They play for the dust between second and third.