So I'm sitting here watching the Sox game and what happens?...a beach ball lands in the outfield. Nothing that unusual for a major baseball game. But what caught my attention, was who ran onto the field to retrieve it. It was just one of those regular ole ushers that stands in the bullpen making it look like they have an important job when in all reality they just stand there praying for an opportunity like that. Those fews seconds where that guy got to run out on the Fenway Grass in front of 30,000 people must have been surreal to him. An opportunity he probably dreamed of night in and night out. His claim to fame. He probably has a screen shot of the television of him run action reaching down and picking up that large ball. The fans booed of course and that mud thane just added to the thrill. I guarantee you he was experiencing a natural high and there was adrenaline rushing through his veins. All those cold rainy nights when the score was a blow out where he was still forced to stand in that uncovered bull pen. Or those early days where he was the peanut guy slaving up and down those stairs for little reward. When that hard working man hastily bolted onto the field and then made a dramatic hope of the green outfield wall to reassume his previous position, all those previous nights must have seemed so worth it. Well good for him! (and I'm not being sarcastic by any means) .
