Darryl Strawberry knows the sound, as well as anyone. He knows the feeling that pours into your heart and pimples your skin and leaves you more than a little breathless. None of this has anything to do with launching home runs over the sky. None of it involves the surreal stamp of success that accompanies a tour up the Canyon of Heroes.
This one’s different: more emotional, more resonant, more personal.
This is the deafening roar of grace.
Of reconciliation.
