Earlier tonight I was at my oldest son's baseball game. He was playing right field when a ball came creeping through the second baseman and into right. He stormed in picked it up and as the runner on first advanced past second, he fired a laser to the third baseman and pegged the runner out. The coach yelled, "ICHIRO!" I smirked and as my kid ran in he had a smile on his face too. He knew what he did and while it wasn't the play of the year, it was pretty damn awesome. I once wrote a story about how another coach he had called him Ichiro. Read YOU CAN ALWAYS DEPEND ON ICHIRO TO GIVE YOU A CHANCE for reference on that. I like the nickname and I think he likes it too. I should have known that hearing Ichiro tonight would somehow send vibes to Yankee Stadium... because it was Ichiro just a...

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