LOS ANGELES – On another night, maybe. At the end of an ordinary day, maybe.
But not on Monday, not when they all wore No. 42, not when people were being carried from the streets.
Sixty-six years from the day Jackie Robinson stood out there for the first time, about 3,000 miles from the kind of thing that's not supposed to happen here, or anywhere, Dodger Stadium had its purpose. The Los Angeles Dodgers and San Diego Padres, at each other's throats a few days before, let it go. Not for forever, probably. But for long enough to be reasonable, to be respectful, to see the world as somewhat larger than a stupid act followed by another.
A wise baseball man looked back on Zack Greinke's fastball, on Carlos Quentin's reaction, on the whole messy show, and muttered, "Disgraceful," excluding no one.
That's where it's lived since Thursday night, when grown men rolled around in the grass and threatened each other in the hallway and promised to finish it some other day.
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