Before yesterday's game, little league teams from a Birmingham? league got to go down on the field. They were milling around, getting photos, etc. when Placido Polanco came out of the dugout to take warm-ups. He went right over to the kids, who immediately surrounded him. They started jumping up and down, and he joined right in with them, and they all just bounced for several minutes in a huge gaggle. I swear, it was the cutest thing. Polanco earned a billion warm fuzzy points with me last night, and I know he gave the kids an ultimate thrill. I wanted to run down on the field and hug him for doing that.
Baseball. A tonic for all that ails. The perfect accompaniment to almost every activity. A day at the ballpark. It's not asking for much. I vow to get locked in for the night one day.
"You throw the ball, you catch the ball, you hit the ball."