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.
So you're just gonna let a little reality stop you, is that it? Boys, let me tell you something. The only way I have managed to get through my crappy life with any shred of self-worth is by living in denial! If I was gonna let myself get beaten by failure, I would've quit after one kid! You just gotta keep holding out for a miracle! And if a miracle isn't gonna come at Christmas, then when is it gonna come?!