The reason I love being here is that I'm never just here now. Even though it's a new place, I can't look at any square foot of it, or most anyone on the field, without it plunging me instantly through layers of other games, plays, incidents, jokes, conversations, from other days or nights, in other years, in other places. Every moment isn't a dot in linear time; it's a slice of welltris. More than I love any given one of them, or the team, or even the game, when I'm here, it's the layers I love. I take a little swim in them. Sometimes the accumulation is so sweet it hurts. That's why I get choked up here more often than not, seemingly for no reason. I'm blinking at a beer or someone catching a pop foul or a pitching change, but I'm looking through them at other things, times, places. I'm not crazy. There *are* reasons.