On his first walk-off trip around the bases, while his teammates impatiently awaited him at home plate after more than three-and-a-half hours of beer league softball masqueraded as a big league baseball game, Detroit Tigers shortstop Jordy Mercer was thinking about Gatorade.
He was headed toward third base, the ball he hit having just fallen a foot or two past the yellow line on top of the right field fence, and Mercer saw the big orange buckets out of the corner of his eye.
“I was thinking about how cold the Gatorade bath is going to be,” he said.