One day last month, five hours before the Giants were to play in Oakland, Posey sat in the dugout of an empty O.co Coliseum and reflected on living the life he always wanted. The air was ripe with the sweet aroma of freshly cut grass, and sunlight glistened off the seat backs of the bowl as if off a roiled sea. In a gray T-shirt and black shorts, he had decided to run seven or eight sprints because, well, because he sensed his body was telling him seven or eight sprints sufficed today. What was it about baseball, he was asked, that brings him joy?
"That's a funny question, because I was just thinking today as I was driving here how fortunate I am that this is my job," he said. "I don't know if there's any one thing I can point to. It's everything. I enjoy being in the clubhouse with the guys. I enjoy batting practice before the games. I enjoy the atmosphere. I like all of it.
"There's a big difference between San Francisco and where I grew up, and yet in some ways as a baseball player it's similar because it's such a close-knit group."
Simplicity brings him contentment. In the mad fun house of AT&T Park, Posey has found some of the essence of what he cherished with his family through the Georgia pines and down a dirt road. He has all that he could want right there.