Absurdly Driven looks at the world of business with a skeptical eye and a firmly rooted tongue in cheek. 

I have no bias here.

Save for the fact that I'm a San Francisco Giants fan and therefore may carry a marginal distaste for the Los Angeles Dodgers.

Something after that game, though, may fill more objective hearts -- and minds -- with even greater warmth.

Red Sox leadoff hitter and likely American League MVP Mookie Betts, who was 3-4 in the game, didn't go straight home.

As NBC Sports Boston's baseball analyst Lou Merloni tweeted, Betts quietly went to the Boston Public Library at around 1 a.m.

Not to meet a friend or read a book. He went there to offer food to the homeless.

This wasn't a publicity stunt. Lordy, who organizes a publicity stunt at 1 a.m., without a decent photographer? 

This was just pure human decency.

Indeed, as Sports Illustrated reports, Betts and his childhood friend Cam Lewis had gone back to his apartment where former Red Sox great David Ortiz had sent some Dominican food. 

A lot of Dominican food. It was too much. So Lewis and Betts decided to share it with those in true need.

What does it take to be at the pinnacle of your profession and still find the time, in the dead of night, to do something for your fellow human?

Betts was surely tired. He was surely ready to sleep. 

Instead, just when he might be feeling his luckiest, he spared a thought for those who had no luck at all.

I'm sure the Dodgers have many fine humans on their team -- save for Manny Machado. 

There is, though, something startlingly decent about this Red Sox team. 

When he became manager, he asked for just one personal addition to his Red Sox contract. He wanted the club to fly a plane full of supplies to his home town of Caguas in Puerto Rico.

He got his wish. Now the Red Sox seem to be quite glad they signed him.

Winning is wonderful. Perspective, though, is valuable in keeping you human when you're winning. 

Winning can warp you. Doing something simple and kind can ground you. 

As for Betts, Games 3, 4 and perhaps 5 loom in Los Angeles. 

I wonder how many of the huddled homeless outside Boston Public Library even recognized him. 

I wonder how he felt when he finally got home.