everyone entered their final warm-ups.She had nothing left to do until shestarted her in-game Twitter feed once theCardinals took the field. Maybe shedcomment on the Opening Dayceremonies, but even those wouldntofficially begin for another thirtyminutes. Eschewing her formal seat inthe press box for the excitement downbelow, she decided to spend a fewminutes being a spectator.She flashed her badge, and oncemore the security guard swung the gateopen wide. Ambling into the stands, shethreaded her way through the crowd ofboys around the dugout. Their numbershad dwindled significantly with the end of batting practice, but a handful ofenthusiastic holdouts remained. Theyleaned on the rail and called out, Hey,mister! Hey, mister! at the batboy or thetrainer or the security guard, anything toget a leg up on the competition. Sheadmired their commitment. They allwent after what they wanted, ceaselessin their efforts.All except one of them.A few feet back, a lone child sat inthe seat closest to the dugout, but didntseem to pay any attention to the scrumgathered there. He was dressed like therest of them in his white jersey and bluejeans. His red baseball cap and roundglasses shaded his face, nearly covering the smattering of freckles across hisnose. He chewed lightly on the end ofhis pencil while he balanced a notebookon his knees, a steady look ofconcentration creasing his otherwiseyouthful features. Why wasnt heclamoring to be noticed like the others?He didnt even glance in their directionwhen their noise level rose at the sightof a player entering the dugout. Insteadhis eagle-eyed focus remained centeredon the outfield, or perhaps somethingjust beyond.She scooted closer and scanned the wasnt looking up quite that high. Was itthe fans over the outfield wall? Curiositygot the better of her. She crept closer andbent down behind him, trying to matchhis line of sight. Maybe it was herreporters instincts, or maybe she wasnosy, but she had to find out what couldhold a little boys focus in such a chaoticenvironment.His shoulders tensed and he turnedslowly, suspiciously to look up at her,his little brow furrowed. Am I in yourseat?No. She straightened quickly andstepped back, embarrassed to have beencaught trying to scoop a child. Youre