Amalie Benjamin reported these comments and painted one scene: "Then came the moment. Royce Clayton, veteran of 11 major league teams, a late pickup by the Red Sox. A guy who had never won a championship. With his face twisted slightly, the emotion stark, he was pulled up on the table with the big names. With Beckett and Papelbon and Ortiz. Royce Clayton. He didn't stay long, just enough to lead a cheer and step off the table, into a hug with Coco Crisp."
Clayton did not play in the World Series and will not be with the Red Sox next year. Outfielder Crisp, who lost his starting position to a wondrous rookie, also may be gone. He told reporter Benjamin, "Everybody's jumping around, hooting and hollering. It's an amazing feeling. This is what everybody dreams of."
All dream of that amazing feeling, but it's here today, gone tomorrow.
Exhausted Papelbon said, "I have nothing else to give." A famous hymn begins, "For all the saints, who from their labors rest." The hymn tells of weary warriors who finally have no more games to play or battles to fight. But it ends with lasting joy as heaven opens, and "through gates of pearl streams in the countless host."
Baseball imitates life, which itself is a shadowlands imitation of true life, as C.S. Lewis declared. In baseball, the stars, but also Clayton and Crisp, come streaming in. In true life, here come stars such as Moses and Paul, but also you and me?
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