The pre-movie chat went something like this: Turn off your iPhones, don’t try to sneak an Instagram picture or two during the show, and learn about the human element of a historical figure whose courage shattered seemingly indestructible racial barriers.
It was a couple of days before Thanksgiving when a young woman with red hair named Shanna Sabet arranged for me to speak with Shane Victorino, before he signed with the Red Sox, about his charity work in Las Vegas.
Baseball was back at Cashman Field on Saturday, and even though it wasn’t the Dominicans vs. Team USA, or 51s vs. River Cats, it was Big League Weekend, Cubs vs. Rangers, and it was 84 degrees, and the beer was cold. And because fireworks weren’t scheduled, you didn’t have to stand in line that long.
It was the wee hours of the morning when I woke, on the couch, to the sound of trumpets and a somewhat familiar voice, which sounded like Rich Waltz, the former Las Vegas Stars broadcaster. A half-empty box of Chicken in a Biskit crackers and a nozzled can totally devoid of aerosol cheese were on the coffee table. Bacon-flavored.
