But, alas, they had no idea just who would come — youthful Wiffle ball players, yes, but also angry neighbors and their lawyer, the police, the town nuisance officer and tree warden and other officials in all shapes and sizes. It turns out that one kid’s field of dreams is an adult’s dangerous nuisance, liability nightmare, inappropriate usurpation of green space, unpermitted special use or drag on property values, and their Wiffle-ball Fenway has become the talk of Greenwich and a suburban Rorschach test about youthful summers past and present.
Of relevance because we have a wiffle ball field, albeit in someone’s yard. The people complaining in this article are the worst kind of assholes.
Our Towns - Build a Wiffle Ball Field and Lawyers Will Come - NYTimes.com