Your Winner: Josh Hamilton!

Seems I've been a bit short on baseball lately. And since that was the premise for the whole deal, let's try to correct things, shall we?
The (sponsor's name not reported on principle) Home Run Derby was earlier this evening. Justin Morneau, the outstanding young first baseman of the Minnesota Twins won, qualifying for the final round and hitting more out at that moment. But the real thrill of the evening, in more ways than one, was provided by Josh Hamilton of the Texas Rangers.
Hamilton had the single greatest round in the history of the Derby. He hit 28 out in round one. He hit so many that he didn't have to hit in the second round. He took a few swings to keep loose, but he didn't have to numerically. His pitcher was a 71 year old man, Clay Counsil, from back home in North Carolina. Mr. Counsil has the baseball sickness. He has volunteered to help generations of kids learn the game all his life. Hamilton rewarded the gentleman's decency and kindness by taking him along to The House that Ruth Built for only the second time. Mr Counsil's first visit was the day that Don Larsen pitched a perfect game against the Dodgers in the 1956 World Series. Magic attends Mr. Counsil's visits to The Stadium.
They were a magic team. Josh Hamilton's opening round was awe inspiring. But tonight's blasts aren't even close to the best story about young Mr. Hamilton. Not even close.
Josh Hamilton was the first pick in the country in the 1999 draft. The then-Devil Rays took him. And he took his $4 million signing bonus and lost his mind. Some reports say that it took as many as 8 trips to rehab to help him find his way. And then he found God. Or, more properly put, he realized God was with him.
After three years of nothing related to baseball whatsoever, Hamilton started back. In this Roy Hobbs-comes-to-life story, the kid flew to the Majors. Tampa may regret it now, but can anyone blame them for being relieved when the Reds took him off their hands in the Rule 5 draft a couple of years ago? Then it was a decent year in Cincy, and a trade to Texas for Edinson Volquez. It really is cool when trades help both teams.
Now, Volquez is in the discussion for the National League's Cy Young Award, and Hamilton probably heads the list at this moment for the American League's Most Valuable Player Award.
Rick Reilly made sure, on the Worldwide Leader's broadcast of the Home Run Derby, that everyone knew that Josh's problem was with heroin. If he mentioned it once, he named it ten times. As usual, the greater insight was delivered by the inimitable Peter Gammons. He said that the great thing about Josh Hamilton's story is that we don't live in Nancy Reagan's world. (You know, "Just Say No!" A load of crap in the '80's; just the same today) We live in a world where a lot of kids are in trouble. And Josh Hamilton's is the kind of story that can inspire other young people who've lost their way to get back on track. Josh works for that every day out of gratitude to those who have helped him. Gammons always hits the nail on the head.
You're the winner, Josh! I don't really care how many homers you hit, or how many any of the other great players hit tonight. You're winning the battle every single day. You're smart enough to travel every step with a helper to be there when you feel those old pulls. You're dedicated enough to not put those who care about you in those old positions any more.
Reilly whined incessantly about your tattoos tonight, how they embarass you now, how it's just too physically painful to have them removed. Don't worry about them. Let them be markers for where you were, and where you are, and where you will never be again. Let them testify to the possibilities. Wear them as badges of honor and accomplishment.
And keep winning the game! You know, the Big One. Life.
One day at a time.