Yearning for warmer nights and the melting of snow, this assembly of ne'er-do-wells started off as a way to combat creeping boredom and monotony. A single individual seeking camaraderie in throwing a baseball around. That single individual soon turned into five. That five fluctuated and flourished to twenty-one by July. The ever increasing numbers led to us becoming what we now refer to as "The New Hampshire Newts Sandlot Club". Our numbers will always change, but the love of the game remains. It's never about winning, it's about being on that field or plot of grass and transporting yourself back to those early summer nights. All you need is a ball, some friends...and maybe a couple frosty ones.