During the bottom of an inning at Mark Light Field, sophomore Willie Abreu hangs over the edge of the dugout like a dog sticking its head out the car window. He stands first in line, closest to his teammate at bat, trying to catch the best view of the game.
Once it’s Abreu’s turn to walk up to the plate – Latin music playing in the background – the crowd seems to cheer the loudest.
That may be because Abreu is playing here in Miami where he grew up, but it might also have something to do with the permanent smile he wears, his coach suspects.