." >> on the afternoon of may 4th, 2012, casey duenas walked out onto the field for the start of his very favorite thing, high school baseball, a double header. spring was in its full glory here in northern california. his senior year was almost done. this was the place he loved, the game he loved. people sometimes talk about having premonitions of things. did you have anything like that at all? >> it was just another day, it was just another one of my countless baseball games, countless baseball games. >> wasn't of course, though no one knew it as though wiled their way through a golden afternoon. redding, california, with its famous sun dial bridge, its parks, its middle america feel, is a whole different place, a different life than the california whose reputation blares technicolor from the narcissism to the south. drive a few minutes from redding and you're on the ball diamond at a little place called cottonwood, here at the anchor of mt. shasta, just like they knew their mother would be in the stands. they were there? >> both of them. >> always there? >> always there, never mis