Mays brings a ray of summer to my snowy world

I continue to read "WILLIE MAYS: THE LIFE, THE LEGEND" by James S. Hirsch, and the book's vignettes provide scenes in stark contrast to SNOWBOUND DUBUQUE.
"On one occasion, with the Braves' Hank Aaron at first base, the hitter drove a ball into deep right center," Hirsch wrote. "Mays caught it with his back to the infield, forcing Aaron, who had already passed second base, to make a hasty retreat. A strong throw to first might have doubled him off, but Mays wheeled around and threw to second instead, where Tito Fuentes was standing. Mays motioned for him to step on the bag, and the umpire called Aaron out. Aaron had failed to touch second base again on his way back to first, and the double play was completed. After the game, Mays was asked how he could have possibly seen Aaron miss the base when he was in the deepest part of right center and his back was to the play. He shrugged. 'I know the way he runs,' he said."
Hirsch makes the point, throughout this fine book, that Mays thrived not just on pure physical ability, but also on one of the greatest "baseball minds" the game has ever produced.
Sadly, the book also details how my favorite team, the SAN FRANCISCO GIANTS, consistently failed to play to their championship potential, because of myriad injuries, racial strife, a poorly designed home park and plain bad luck.
It's great reading for a WINTER DAY, however. It makes me think of fun in the sun.