It has been the most compelling part of every Dodgers game for the past 67 years.
A batter will step out of the box to adjust his gloves. The pitcher will step down from the mound to rub the ball. The umpire will take off his mask to wipe his brow. And then, like a sprinkling of glitter across a landscape of drudgery, it fills the screen and the radio and the heart.
Vin Scully will tell a story.
It might be about Pee Wee Reese from 50 years ago, or Clayton Kershaw from last month.