I've got my master's degree in marketing, and I don't suppose my professors would give me high marks for opportunism, with so much being offered for the ball. But I'm not at all sorry. What made it worthwhile was what I saw when I ran in with the ball holding it in my gloved hand, running really fast -- in fact my teammates joked afterward that it was the fastest I'd run in a couple of years -- really just wanting to get rid of it, to put it in Henry's hand. In that great crowd around home plate I found him looking over his mother's shoulder, hugging her to him, and suddenly I saw what many people have never been able to see in him -- deep emotion. I looked and he had tears hanging on his lids. I could hardly believe it. "Hammer, here it is," I said. I put the ball in his hand. He said, "Thanks, kid," and touched me on the shoulder. I kept staring at him. And it was then that it was brought home to me what this home run meant, not only to him, but to all of us.