Saturday, February 10, 2007

Catch Me If You Can

As a kid he could fly. Really fly. Like the wind.

Bernie Williams could outrun the world back then. He was so fast that you believed nothing could catch him.

I’m sure he still sees the ball off the bat and remembers what it was like to be the only man who could run it down.

He has driven balls deep into the New York night and sent the world home happy. He has stretched doubles into triples with such long strides that you expected him to go all the way home.

And now home may be all he has left.

He’s put it off and still won’t completely close the door, but in his heart he knows the end is near. The Yankees simply don’t have a spot for one of the greatest players of his generation.

This is what he’s been running from since he first came to the Bronx in 1991 and even when he was piling up World Championships, gold gloves, All-Star appearances and a batting title.

Ballplayers don’t stop running until they walk away. Only then do they realize that the end was coming all along.

Who would believe anything could catch that kid?

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