Every once in a while, I stumble across a piece of writing that makes me double-gulp. Take a look at the last two sentences of this piece from Terry McDonell (“In My Tribe”) from this week’s SI:
“On Sept. 17,1993, The Expos were hosting the Phillies in the first game of a crucial late-season series. Philly was leading 7-4 late in the game when Montreal manager Filipe Alou sent up Curtis Pride to pinch-hit. Though born 95% deaf, Pride had played on the U.S. men’s under-18 national soccer team and been the point guard for William and Mary before spending eight seasons in the minors.
In the second at bat of his major league career, he hit a two-run double, which was enough to make anyone’s throat catch. The jet-engine roar of the crowd was juxtaposed with the image of Pride stoically standing on second — deaf, literally to the cacophony.
Only after the third base coach called timeout and walked the 90 feet down to Pride and asked him to tip his helmet did he understand that the stadium shook, shook for him.”