As soon as my mom heard Chenango River Theatre’s latest production, “Rounding Third,” had a baseball theme, she was all over me to go. (I’m sure I’ve mentioned a time or twenty, she is quite a fan of the sport she grew up watching at Ebbets Field.) So, when Jeff offered me tickets to the show, I felt compelled to accept.

Not that I ever turn down a chance to visit the Southern Tier’s one and only equity theater, mind you. But knowing I was going to make my darling mother’s day was an added incentive.

There was another person I knew would want to see the show as well: my Aunt Kathleen. She might be an even bigger baseball fan than my mom, if such a thing is even possible. She lives and breathes the Yankees. In fact, if she still wore a habit, it would probably be pinstriped in deference to the Bronx Bombers.

So, on Saturday, the three of us trekked to Greene to catch the 7:30 performance of “Rounding Third.” My mom and Aunt Kathleen’s eyes were lit up like baseball diamonds. But me? I was having a major case of deja vu. See, I spent the previous evening in New Berlin at the grand opening of that new temple to youth baseball, Chobani’s Champions Field. And little league, well, that’s what “Rounding Third” is all about.

Written by Richard Dresser, “Rounding Third” chronicles two little league coaches through the season, from their first pre-practice meeting all the way to the championships. Don (Jack Harris) is a gruff, blue-collar veteran coach who instantly butts heads with Michael (Drew Kahl), his new polar-opposite assistant. Not only does Michael, who Don insists on calling “Mikey,” know little to nothing about the game, but he also has this notion that winning isn’t everything. And for Don, winning IS everything. Well, that and punctuality, which is another concept his new assistant has a hard time grasping.