At 1:10 on March 3, 2011, baseball came back to me like an old friend.
Ladies and gentlemen, there is nothing like a ball-park hotdog; there is nothing like a $4.50 Coca-Cola; and there is nothing like the sound of a wooden bat making good contact with a white ball with one man on, one man out, and the infield at double play depth.
Swing away.
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I've tried 'em all, I really have, and the only church that truly feeds the soul, day in, day out, is the Church of Baseball...
I could almost taste that dog and coke...mmmmm
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