Baseball has had it's problems the past decade or so, but last night's Mets-Marlins game in Miami is proof once again that the game we' be loved since our days as kids playing catch still holds a special place in our hearts.
The story of Adam Greenberg and his quest to make a childhood dream come true took center stage in the heat of pennant race baseball, even if the teams involved in the game were finishing up diss appointing seasons.
As a rookie with the Cubs in 2005, Greenberg saw just one pitch on the game, a pitch that hit Adam flush on the head, ending his big league baseball dreams.
Seven years of bouncing around spring training and the minors never diminished Greenberg's hope of one more at bat, one more chance at baseball, one more chance to be a big leaguer, to flip the pages of the Baseball Encyclopedia, stopping at Greenberg, Adam, and pointing to the name, as his son, or daughter looks on with a big smile.
We were all cheering on Adam, hoping for the sound of ball on bat.
That sound never came, as Greenberg struck out against the Mets R. A. Dickey.
Greenberg took his cuts thought, going down swinging, as hard as he could, just in case he hit the ball.
Baseball produces moments like Adam Greenberg's as a salute to every little kid who's ever wanted to be Ty Cobb, or Babe Ruth, Joe DiMaggio, or Cal Ripken.
Or maybe, just maybe, they are dreaming of being Adam Greenberg.
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