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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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