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Nomar and I have reconciled

Nomar Garciaparra has been on fire
with the Dodgers this season.
Until recently, I couldn't shake the image of Nomar Garciaparra sitting there in the dugout, pouting, while Derek Jeter was diving headlong into the crowd to make a catch. He just sat there on his hands while the rest of the team stood on the top step, doing whatever they could to cheer the team on to victory. I was pissed. Nomar Garciaparra died that day, my friends. I was happy to see him traded just a short time later.

I think I'm over it now, though.

Maybe I'm over it because we went on to win the World Series that year. Maybe it's because he plays in the National League now and not for the Yankees. Maybe I've had time to reflect on his many contributions to the team and to the community. Or maybe I just think the guy's suffered enough with injury that I'm willing to let bygones be bygones. I don't know. I can't really put my finger on it. But I do believe we've made amends.

And that gives me hope.

Hope that someday I might be able to shake the image of Wade Boggs riding horseback, to look past Johnny Damon's pinstripes, or to give Pedro the applause he so richly deserves.


Since making his return to the Dodger lineup, Nomar's been on fire, tearing the cover off the ball (.341 5 HR .418 OBP) and playing some pretty stellar first base (187 innings, 0 errors). I hope he can keep it up for a full season. I really do. I hope he can resurrect what once looked like a first ballot Hall of Fame career.

I won't forget. But I can finally forgive.