It was cool, wet and breezy here a few days ago, the kind of weather that makes everyone - players, coaches, media - want to get off the field and into some place covered.
Near the bullpens, where the players pass enroute to other stops on their day, about 25 fans waited with pens and balls and baseball cards, calling out to everyone who ran by.
More than 70 guys in camp, two of them stopped. One was manager Don Wakamatsu.
The other was Milton Bradley.
Bradley was carrying a heavy equipment bag, but he not only stopped to sign, he took the time to chat, smile and - wrap your head around this! - seemed to enjoy himself.
This is a man with a well-documented, at least in the press, reputation for devout unhappiness. The kind of guy who, when he's playing well, no one bothers. Kind of like the mellow lion: you don't poke him.
This week he's been on ESPN, and when asked about his one year in Chicago - something that clearly remains an open sore - Bradley responded. Cubs fans were enraged, but aren't they always? The Chicago GM suggesed Bradley look in the mirror.
Well, shouldn't we all, daily?
Anyway, 10 minutes spent in a small corner of the campus here signing for and talking to fans, isn't going to change what most people think of Bradley.
Tell you this, though. It certainly changed the mind of 25 fans. When he walked off, they applauded. He waved.
There may be more to this Bradley fellow than rage and trouble.