There was only one night game a year. On the Fourth of July, the whole sky would brighten up with fireworks giving us just enough light for a game. We played our best then, because I guess we all felt like the Big Leaguers under the lights of some great stadium. Benny felt like that all the time. We all knew he was gonna go on to bigger and better games, because every time we stopped to watch the sky on those nights like regular kids, he was there to call us back. You see, for us, baseball was a game. But for Benjamin Franklin Rodriguez, baseball was life.
Budweiser presents: Real American Heroes. –♪ Real American Heroes ♫ –Today we salute you, Mr. Nudist Colony Activity Coordinator. –♪ Mr. Nudist Colony Activity Coordinator ♫ –Wearing nothing but a whistle and a clipboard, you're living the real American Dream: getting paid to think up fun things to do naked. –♪ Runnin' free ♫ –Sure there's danger: vinyl chairs, sunburns, chafage. And lawn darts? Completely out of the question. –♪ Watch out now! ♫ –Your keen instincts tell you to stick to activities that involve lots of bouncing and jiggling. And if that doesn't work, who cares? You're all naked. –♪ It's your birthday ♫ –So this Bud's for you, Nudie Boy, because we all know when the going gets tough, the tough get naked. –♪ Mr. Nudist Colony Activity Coordinator ♫