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Thursday, August 30, 2012

"In situations like that, it's almost as if the ball has some gravitational pull on you. As it climbs, it lifts you up, body and spirit. The guys at the rail rose up on their feet, craned their necks, and raised their arms above their heads. They were uplifted and exultant, as was I, experiencing what I imagine weightlessness must be like."

-Tony La Russa
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posted by j | 6:12 PM

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