Dig. Dig, dig, dig. Dig, dig.
Mike Napoli’s right foot cuts into the dirt in the back of the batter’s box, creating an ever-deepening trench the Red Sox first baseman uses for his stance.
In a single night, that digging will account for 39.5 seconds over four at-bats, and for 1 minute and 18 seconds over a three-game series against the Blue Jays last month.”
On Tuesday, May 7, the New York Knicks were playing the Indiana Pacers in the playoffs—as important a game as they’ve had in fifteen years. But midway through the third quarter, almost everybody in Press Row and the skyboxes above it turned their attention away from the game and toward their televisions, to a Mets game. Matt Harvey was on fire. Again.
Harvey—who, as a nice touch, had a bloody nose through the first few innings—ended up losing his perfect game in the seventh, but it hardly mattered. While he was pitching, everything else in sports stopped—all this city cared about was a young pitcher and the promise of a new tomorrow.