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I love watching Juan Pierre play outfield for the Dodgers. He is a spindly and serious player.  He dives and leaps with a dancer’s ease. Pierre wears his socks up over his pants (this is an old-school wardrobe throwback that has always endeared me to players). He isn’t a power-hitter. There are no flashy offensive moves in his game. But he’s an eager defense man. He lunges and slides along the slick grass of the stadium if he can’t run fast enough to get catch the ball. Or he’ll sprint furiously toward the back wall with his dangly arms outstretched and often times he’ll make the heroic catch. He’s been the nourishing antedote to Manny’s over-stuffed, turgid style. 

Well, Manny’s back so Juan is on the bench, unsmiling but always clapping.