I don’t know if everyone in the stadium realized that the man walking toward the pitchers mound had lost his leg.
He was once of the most prominent runners in baseball, a prolific base stealer who nabbed 938 in his career.
The crowd clapped. Some people drank cold, frosty Budweiser, while others scratched lineups into scorecards.
It’s St. Louis. Surely everyone knew.
This old man, wearing a red coat, walked toward the mound.
He didn’t lean on a cane.
He shifted his weight a couple of times for balance.
Then he flung a ball to catcher Ted Simmons.
Lou Brock lost his left leg to complications from diabetes only six months ago.
The crowd began to chant “Lou.”
For everyone knew.
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