So I'm watching the Red Sox-Blue Jays game and Trot Nixon hits a grounder slightly to the right of second base. Aaron Hill goes deep in the hole to field it, double-clutches on the throw, and short-hops it past Lyle Overbay at first. Nixon overruns first base, is jogging into right field when he sees the ball get past Overbay, and makes the slightest little move towards running to second -- more of a head fake, really. Ben Molina, backing up the play at first, fields the ball and tosses it to Overbay, who tags out Nixon as he's nonchalantly strolling back to the bag. He's outta there. Sez Remy: "This is not called very often at all.... I'll bet you don't see that play twice all season long." And he's right. Isn't that why we keep going to baseball games? What makes baseball at once so enchanting and frustrating? The chance that we might see something we've never seen before and will never see again. The one night I decide that what I really need is not another Helton t-shirt but a nap and to save the last $30 in my checking account turns into the comeback of the year. I'll probably end up going to something like 50 baseball games this year and I assure you what I'll remember is not attending this one. Unless I catch another home run ball, or Josh Fogg pitches a no-hitter or something. That would be rad.