Just ran across this on a Reddit AMA by Ken Burns.

“First of all, what I do isn’t heart surgery. But I did have this moment in 1999, when I was walking with my daughter across Washington Square Park in New York. A man approached and mournfully said, “My brother’s daughter died. My brother’s daughter died.” I instinctively stepped between him and my daughter. He saw my caution, and said, “SIDS. Crib death.” I knew he was okay. I said, “I’m so sorry. I have daughters too.” He said, “My brother and I were very close, and I didn’t know what to do when my niece died. Then I remembered your Baseball series, and I went and got his old mitt and mine and went to his backdoor and knocked. He came out. We didn’t say a word. We just played catch. And I wanted to thank you, ever since.”


Pitchers and catchers report Friday.


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