As I drove home in the pouring rain this evening, peering through the drops that pelted my windshield and braking as my car hydroplaned through the puddles that gathered in the road, I thought of Rick Dempsey making the most out of his rainy days; while other players and coaches paced around the dugout or the clubhouse like caged animals, eager to resume the game that had been halted, the Dipper would put on a show for the stubborn fans who likewise waited for the skies to clear, running across the rain-slicked tarp before doing a full headfirst slide, a mammoth belly-flop, soaking up the pooling water and making exaggerated swimming motions with his arms and legs, delighting in being the center of attention.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Rick Dempsey, 1987 Donruss #294
As I drove home in the pouring rain this evening, peering through the drops that pelted my windshield and braking as my car hydroplaned through the puddles that gathered in the road, I thought of Rick Dempsey making the most out of his rainy days; while other players and coaches paced around the dugout or the clubhouse like caged animals, eager to resume the game that had been halted, the Dipper would put on a show for the stubborn fans who likewise waited for the skies to clear, running across the rain-slicked tarp before doing a full headfirst slide, a mammoth belly-flop, soaking up the pooling water and making exaggerated swimming motions with his arms and legs, delighting in being the center of attention.
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