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> On May 14, 2:41 pm, Red Cloud <mmdir2...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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> > Your team plays 162 games. Sometimes your team win. Sometimes your
> > team lose.
> > So what's point of watching next game?
>
> "The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball.
> America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It's been erased
> like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. But baseball has marked
> the time. This field, this game, is a part of our past, Ray. It
> reminds us of all that once was good, and that could be again. Oh
> people will come, Ray. People will most definitely come'
Section 7, Row 1, Seat 3
From the book _That Sweet Diamond_
by Paul B. Janeczko, Carole Katchen (Illustrator)
She comes prepared.
From a tattered gym bag
she pulls
her game cu****on,
worn to fit her,
binoculars,
a few chewed but sharp #2 pencils,
her own pad of score sheets,
and a flask of black coffee.
She measures life
In baseball time:
born the year Yankee Stadium opened,
married the summer of The Streak,
Ted's .406,
son born during Jackie Robinson's
first season,
daughter born two days after
the "shot heard 'round the world,"
alone since the Yankees' last pennant.
"Leaving before the last out,"
she says, resting her chin on her
ebony cane,
"is like dying
before your time."
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