In baseball, death takes many forms. Every out is a little death, and so is every loss. We embrace that death. We bring that death to our opponents.

Inspired by baseball’s rural roots, we approach each game as if it were a new harvest. Every inning’s end yields a bounty of possibility in the inning that follows. Death is inevitably followed by a rebirth, either with the next batter, the next game, or the next season.

The cycle begins again and we, the Reapers, await.