(Thanks Hugh Hewitt)
This is an amazing story, I hope the best for Adam.
Head Trip
By BARRY BEARAK
Published: March 25, 2007
The moment possessed that rare, rapturous feeling of a dream come true. Adam Greenberg knelt in the on-deck circle, awaiting his first at-bat in his first major-league game. He had arrived at this occasion by successfully ascending all those smaller steps along the way: Little League, Legion ball, high-school ball, college ball, the minor leagues. He was 24 now, an outfielder playing his best baseball ever. The Chicago Cubs had promoted him from their Double A farm club in West Tennessee. “Greenie, get a bat, you’re hitting for the pitcher,” Dick Pole, the bench coach, told him in the top of the ninth. The Cubs were up 4-2 over the Florida Marlins. It was a Saturday night, July 2005. Towers of beaming light fended off the dark for a Miami crowd of nearly 23,000. The air was steamy. A pelting rain had left the grass with its deepest color. As Adam left the dugout, he wrapped his hands around his favorite bat, a Zinger model X53, a 34-incher with a black head and a cherry handle. He breathed in the familiar smell of the polished wood. Dusty Baker, the Cubs manager, called out encouragingly, “C’mon, Greenie, get on!” READ THE REST OF THE STORY
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