One hot day two springs ago, with baseball season in full bloom, Fagnant was driving in Fort Myers on a road that runs between the Red Sox' minor league training complex and their spring-training ballpark. Off to the side of the road he saw young, fit, athletic blacks playing a spirited pickup game in a park. He saw what he figured were as many as 150 people watching and cheering with delight. The baseball man's heart sank as he kept driving, the image shrinking in his rearview mirror. The boys were playing football.