Play Ball! There was nothing quite like it. The crack of the bat. The sweet smell of fresh cut grass. The warm sun shining down on your face. Everything seemed simpler then. There was no better way to spend a day. Neighborhood pickup games. Playing from sunrise to sunset. No worries, only wonder. It truly was the age of innocence. SUNDAY, MAY 17, 2009
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