Treasure hid in a field

He caught a glimpse through the interminable rows of stalks waving in the wind. What was he seeing? All of a sudden, he found himself in the center of a clearing amid the sea of corn. As he slowly turned to get his bearings, he noticed his old glove on his hand. He hadn't used it in years. He was wearing his faded uniform. Without a second thought, he joined the game. Friends, former allies, and erstwhile foes formed the teams.

After slipping a strike past the batter, he wondered aloud, "Is this heaven?" 

From the sidelines: "No, it's Iowa." 

Today's DPL Adventure was to "make a story our own." The inspiration came from folktales, myths, parables, and fables. I used one of Jesus' parables for inspiration: "Hidden Treasure," The kingdom of heaven is like unto treasure hid in a field; the which when a man hath found, he hideth, and for joy thereof goeth and selleth all that he hath, and buyeth that field. For whatever reason, my mind turned to Field of Dreams when pondering the image of treasure hidden in a field. Although I had planned to keep more of the structure of the parable as retold and written, the story took a direction of its own as I reworked the phrasing to hit 100 words.