It never occurs to me, as I observe the softly plumped bodies of bleary-eyed journalists milling about at the beginning of a morning "foodie tour" of Marlins Park, that upon seeing a giant tray of lobster rolls, this pack would be able to charge en masse with the speed of Emilio Bonifacio legging out a triple. My surprise at their instinctive athleticism quickly morphs into contempt when I realize there's no lobster left for me to taste — but the rest of the reveals during our traipse through the ballpark's concessions would prove almost... More >>>