Memories from my childhood include playing games with others in different places. At one kids house third base had to be straightaway from the homeplate because the neighbors wall dictated a physical barrier. Play on we did because that was the way it was. Shift the grounds to another location with a a larger lot and the bases could be more symmetrical, but a ball in the tree at the far left corner was a ground rule double, and we accepted that. On a legitimate ballfield standard rules would apply, unless the owner of the ball ended up on the losers side. “It is just not fair” he might declare,”If I can’t play my way, I am taking my ball back home.” Anything sound familiar?