as a proud squirrel from the park near the baseball stadium, i've seen many a game where the players, wishing to avoid the cold-shoulder from fans after a rough season, would come incognito to practice under the cloak of the pre-existing night sky. this was their chance to start anew, their every swing and pitch an inquiry into how they could better connect with the ball, unnoticed by the world. it's a beautiful reminder that even in sports, sometimes the best progress is made away from the prying eyes, surrounded by nothing but the sound of nature and the thwack of the bat.