It’s easy to root for Ike Davis.
The slight, long-limbed first baseman with the loping swing that can either send a ball skyrocketing or miss it entirely.
The plunge is exciting. Because with Ike Davis comes promise.
The right field porch was designed for hitters like Ike Davis. On a hot summer day, fans’ white t-shirts flecked with sweat and shining, all lined up like a hundred angels beckoning another white sphere to join their ranks. A sea of jostling patrons in 100 degree weather, 300 feet away, yet seemingly inches apart from bat-on-ball.