This is a true story from a
collection of stories I've written and categorized as
“My Six Degrees of Separation Experiences.”
More years ago than I will reveal, the Major League baseball player, Orlando Cepeda winked at me after he caught a foul ball in a game played in St. Louis’ Busch Stadium. My husband and I had fabulous front row seats along the first base line.
The batter connected with the
ball. It went high into the night sky directly above the foul territory nearest our seats. As I followed the balls’ descent
toward the grassy area in front of us, actually in front of me, Mr. Cepeda, the St.
Louis Cardinal’s star first baseman was there, making the catch and it seemed, simultaneously looking into my eyes. I saw him glance at my husband and so briefly give a sly half grin while he turned from him to grace me with his flirtatious wink. I blushed.
I still do each time I recall that tiny moment in the time of my life –
so many years ago.
(Orlando Cepeda was named to
the National Baseball Hall of Fame in 1999.)
Baseball was a favored activity in my life as depicted in “Black Star Girl”, my book, the award-winning memoir I often write about.
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