Truthfully, the highlights of my spring break all involve time spent with family. But the highlight of the baseball side of things has to be the procurement of Rocco Baldelli's St. Patrick's Day baseball cap.
Shortly before game time, while waiting for autograph opportunities (none whatsoever this year) and watching the players stretch and relax on the field, Sox outfielder Baldelli walked toward the third base box seats, pulled off his cap, and threw it into the crowd. Coming right toward me, I reached up my left arm and hauled it in. There is no great story here. I simply caught the hat with no fanfare whatsoever. It was a cool moment.
The surprising moment came when I examined the hat. The hat was ripped badly in the back and had been cut on the inside. No wonder Baldelli did not want the hat anymore. He was the cleanup hitter in Boston's lineup that day, and had a great new cap the next time I saw him in right field. Baldelli went on to have a horrendous game at the plate.
What makes this interesting is that Baldelli grew up about five miles from my home, but this won't make it any easier to get him to autograph the hat.
