(Editor's note: Next post will be the epic recollection of my weekend at my parents' house almost a month ago. Those who held out for it will be dee-lighted. Promise!)
Last night I practically raced home from yoga class. As we were leaving the yoga room, I spied people with jaws agape, eyes glassy and fixed on a hanging television (i.e. the American national facade), and I knew they were watching the All Star Home Run Derby. But what was even moreso transfixing was that local Ranger great Josh Hamilton was killing the competition in the first round. I raced to my car, turned up ESPN radio all the way home, ran inside without unloading the car to watch the rest of the derby. I dare you to watch these 28 home runs at Yankee Stadium and not be in total awe of this man. He has beaten addiction to come back and live what can only be defined as a gracious, humble greatness.
Regardless of the fact that Hamilton lost to a very obliging Justin Morneau, Hamilton was and is the star of the All Star break.