There is something so aesthetically pleasing and deeply soul-satisfying about watching fast people run. It is an argument for the divine, the most perfect expression of the gift of movement endowed upon our mortal bone-bags. To witness Elly De La Cruz in motion is like watching water flow faster and faster until it erupts over the banks of Niagara. The Cardinals’ Victor Scott II runs like he was fired out of a gun, more mechanical than man as he single-handedly, systematically ruins pitchers’ days. It is as joyful to watch our own Julio Rodríguez—currently comfortably the fastest Mariner on the team until Jonatan Clase racks up enough big-league time to challenge him—run the bases as it is to watch him glide around centerfield; he settles nicely in the Top 10 for Sprint Speed.
I love watching my large son Luke Raley run around on a baseball field
