*Picture courtesy of Kelly O at sittingstill.net*
Middle aged men with slight beer bellies, male pattern baldness, and more gray than black in their beard rejoiced today.
In one of the better "feel good" stories of the year and after 17 years in baseball, 42 year old Tim Wakefield made the All-Star game today. One of my all-time favorite memories of Wakefield is tied into the worst memory I have of his time in Boston.
One year after giving up the ALCS winning home run to Aaron Boone at Yankee Stadium Wake stood on that same mound, with tears running down his cheeks as Schill poured Budweiser on his head after they finally vanquished the Yankees.
Gives me goosebumps to think about it to this very day.
What Wake does off the mound is even more impressive, visiting sick children at local hospitals, giving his time and energy to various charities, and more than likely spending his off days helping little old ladies cross the street and getting the odd stray cat out of a tree.
Joining Wake in St Louis are Jason Bay, The Munchkin, Beckett, Paps, and Youk, all of them deservedly so.
But Wake getting the nod is truly special.
It'll be a little dusty at my house next Tuesday night when he tips his cap as his name is announced to the St Louis crowd.
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