This is SO great. I have always pegged Dean as a baseball player, always at third, or maybe second (I think he'd love the double play, would want every opportunity to turn one), and it's the perfect sport for guys that moved around too much. A mitt and a ball and a summer evening. You captured it all absolutely perfectly. I talk about baseball a lot with people I love dearly; it's the perfect game, because it has story, and pacing and narrative, dammit. I think the first 90 pages of Don DeLillo's Underworld are the most sublime words written, ever. But this? I'll take this, too. Thanks.