I know Tal’s Hill is a silly place because I’ve been up on top of it. On September 21, 2003, in another phase of my professional life, I had occasion to wander Minute Maid Park. Natch, I headed 436 feet from home plate, straight out to center and climbed right up that hill.
It is high.
It is far.
It is stupid.
It’s maybe not as bad as my decision to pose — the one and only chance I’d ever have to be out there — with my throwing hand on my hip, but I don’t recommend it (or me) being allowed within the field of play.
Kudos for Carlos once more on conquering Tal’s Hill and tracking down Luke Scott’s otherwise gamewinning fly ball. I repeat: It was quite a feat [1].