Here, the players stretch and run across the field.
They lean against batting cages and wait to hit.
They dance to Daft Punk.
They sign for people carrying folders of baseball cards.
Fans lean over the top of the dugout and reach for them.
Some say, “I’ll get you later,” or, “I gotta go hit first.”
But they went back later, they did.
Some stand in the outfield grass.
They wait to catch a fly ball, but if it skips past them they don’t seem to mind.
They might throw you a ball if you’re lucky.
Or you might try to catch one yourself, and crash into a few fans, all holding cups of beers and trying to make SportsCenter.
I just stood and watched.
This time.
by 