First game of a double header. Black man at the plate. Full count, bottom of the ninth, bases empty, two outs, down by one run.
Team depending on him.
Pitcher winds up. Fastball down the middle. Smacks it to the gap in right center.
Rounds first base. Heading to second. Decides to stretch it to a triple. Sprinting. Hoping to beat the throw.
Dives head first. Creates a cloud of dust.
Risky move to go for a triple. Safe and his team has a chance. Out and the game is over.
Waiting to hear the umpire's call. Safe or out?
But all he hears is a crying baby. The dust settles and he sees doctors and nurses and a White woman in a hospital bed holding a newborn baby boy screaming his first breaths.
WTF?
The mom beaming at her son: "Congratulations, Jimmy. You hit a triple. In your first minute of life, you hit a triple."
The crowd cheers.
The Black man is physically blocked from reaching third base. Tagged out. His team loses the game.
The Black man sulks off to the losing dugout. The White mom continues to praise her White son.
"You hit a triple! You hit a triple! You're so talented. Such strong genes. I knew you could do it. I'm so proud of you."
The White baby stays on third base to start the second game.
The crowd continues to cheer wildly.