Wrong Field

So Zack is working on a project for school which is about death, how we perceive it, what sort of cultural actions we take, how we view the dead, etc... he has been visiting a few mortuaries and cemeteries to gather information. I have always liked cemeteries, they are so interesting to look at, especially when they are really old. Maybe this stems from the fact that my Grandma lived next to a cemetery and so we would go over there as kids and look around. I like to see what peoples names are, if they have a story on their tomb, where they were born and ended up....anyway, I like them, but they do creep me out at times. So it was a particularly nice day here in Craziville, and by nice I mean it was above 32 degrees and the sun was out. So Oliver and I went with Zack to a really pretty cemetery that we always pass on the way to church. We were walking around looking at headstones, enjoying the brisk outside air, Oliver was running around and unfortunately biffed it big time and scraped up his nose. I felt really bad, but he did look pretty tough after, a real bruiser. Anyway, we kept wandering and then I see a car parked by one of the graves, and this guy is out there milling around. And then I look closer and he is swinging a baseball bat. What in the world?? We kept walking around and he is just over there swinging his bat like he's at the batting cages, or batting practice or something. It was really odd. He noticed us and stopped for a minute when he thought we were looking. But after a minute he took it up again. I looked and he had a couple of bats resting up against the back of his car. He would periodically put down one bat and pick up another and start swinging. It was strange, and a little disturbing. What do you think he was doing? Maybe his baseball couch was buried there and he was coming to show him his improvements? Intriguing. I have no idea, but it was creepy, and I think the guy was in the Wrong Field!