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The team is still the only one in the league the right fielder is insane he sweats into the glove he bought for first base it's backwards made for a left hander he was to twist his hand to catch a fly. His cap needs a new advisor the bill is long over his nose the sun has made him sweat in clothes made for the game just for the game and they are ruined from his play. OFF white and Blue the logo of his team the stranger comes again and watches from the fence and jeers his face is like unto the Devil if he's real the man says things
You can slide but you cannot hide
You cannot catch a ball if it's in the sun
You cannot throw it all the way to second base
Right fielder pauses and he blows his nose and cry comes unbidden to his eye he throws a look of some concern at this Devil come to haunt the game. Slide into the second base and when he comes a run you gotta spike him with them shoes your daddy bought for you. The next time you aer up at bat just hit the ball at the dougout at that head. The full fielder was aghast and went to the dougout to take a break he took the book and penciled in all the stats and as he was adding all the figures inn he peeed it ran and ran and ran it turned the off white of his uniform against him and he wept openly ashamed of men who force poor boys to learn to make mistakes at baseball games from townes and cities in America.





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