After the umpire calls ball four at Equity Bank Park, batter Dalton Cornett scrambles to first base and then gets halfway to second before outfielders rush in to touch the ball and halt his advance.
While that’s happening, a clock in centerfield counts down from two hours. Teams gather in front of the dugouts to dance to a disco beat. And the faint smell of sulphur from the intro pyrotechnics is in the air.
Welcome to Banana Ball — where there’s no walks, no bunts and frequent dance breaks…