CHICAGO -- At the appointed time early Sunday afternoon, Lou Piniella walked out of the dugout and stood against the railing.
Well-tanned and well-fed, Sweet Lou took off his cap, mussed his pepper-colored hair and stood at attention.
When it came time to clap for some veterans, Piniella put his cap back on and clapped, then took it off again when it was time to listen. He wiped something from his face. A tear?