I wipe dust off a green chair and sit down and expect someone to tell me to move where my ticket says I should go Someone might ask me if I’m scouting that hitter whose hands sting when he stands…
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It so happened that a man didn’t like what another man said. So the first man took off his shirt and threw it on the ground. But he didn’t throw it on any pile of dirt: it was a more…
He waited at third. As if anyone ever waits at third, standing around watching the sun dipping toward the seats along the top of the stadium. If you sit up there you’re likely to believe you might tumble down, knocking…