I’ll go ahead and start the Lewis Lovefest.
Summer of 2018, I was on a work trip to Iowa and decided to catch Cedar Rapids’ game at Clinton.
(As an aside, the Clinton ballpark was like a scene from out of a movie. Unfortunately, it was “A League of Their Own.” It didn’t surprise me that they got the axe when MLB eliminated minor league teams because of their facilities, but it really was a cool place to catch a game. In a different way, I’d say the same about Burlington, where the handicap accessible seats meant that my elderly parents and I were sitting on top of the dugout!)
Small crowd, so I sat immediately behind the Twins dugouts. All the players were cordial to the bat boys, including the one with Down Syndrome. The batboys switched teams midway through the game, so I think there were four of them throughout the evening.
Except for Lewis. First time he was on deck, he asked each batboy their name and had ongoing conversation as he got ready to hit. Next time up, he greeted them by name. His interaction and engagement appeared to be very genuine. You got the sense that he felt like, just like he was working hard to do his job well, so were they. I was impressed with the way he treated these kids with dignity, rather than taking them for granted.