Wow. Even at the age of 93, Roger Angell still makes the rest of us look like clerks tying out a shipping order.

Angell, in the New Yorker, wrote about attending Mariano Rivera Day at Yankee Stadium. No quotes, no stats, no in-depth analysis.

Instead, we got the wonderful images of a late-season game at the ballpark.

From the piece.

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Mariano came on with one out in the eighth, and surrendered a single but no runs, and along the way gave us still again his eloquent entering run from deep center field; the leaning stare-in with upcocked mitt over his heart; the reposeful pre-pitch pause, with his hands at waist level; and then the burning, bending, famed-in-song-and-story cutter. All these, seen once again, have been as familiar to us as our dad’s light cough from the next room, or the dimples on the back of our once-three-year-old daughter’s hands, but, like those, must now only be recalled.