NEW YORK -- The popup went up into the Bronx night like a hot air balloon. Up, up and away it went as Francisco Cervelli followed it. The ball drifted toward the Yankees dugout and Cervelli sprinted.
As Joe Girardi watched, what flashed in his mind was how Cervelli had "no regard for his body."
Cervelli kept his eye on the ball as he barreled into the blue padded railing in front of the dugout.
"I had no control," Cervelli said. "I had to jump."
His legs went up, ...Read full story