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The Summer of the Home Run

The summer I turned thirteen Coach let me pitch. I got to do all those things a shortstop never did: Spit on my hands and rub the moisture into the smooth white leather of a new ball, kick the soft … Continue reading

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How hope is made

When I was growing up in Fulton, N.Y., there was a 16-year-old kid who lived on his own. His parents had divorced, and when his mother split for Boston with his two younger siblings, he was standing in front of … Continue reading

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