I just saw Jimmy Rollins go into the stands and sing happy birthday to a nine year old kid. Stayed for photos by friends toting cell phones. Should have seen the light in that kid's face. Shoulda seen the light in his dad's face. Sorry we didnt get to have that, but we had lots, didn't we? We had camping, we had hiking, bike rides and swimming at the Little North Fork.
Lemme tell ya though, dad. When I saw that scene, that kid and his favorite player, and the light in his face, my face broke open in light as well. Thanks for teaching me how to understand what was going on in that game. I still hear your voice explaining to me what a hit is, what an error is. What's the difference between a passed ball and a wild pitch. Maybe that's why I don't like the announcers who yell about what's happening on the field. Such a cognitive disjunction between that sound and the calm rational sound of your voice clarifying the reality of what I was seeing on the field.
How I long for calm reasoned discourse, and how infrequently it's found any more.
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