Home plate is a rock. No bases or even real base lines. The backstop is a tipped over wagon. Two plastic bats and a tennis ball that showed up in the front yard. A friend from down the street, and your Grampa to pitch. It was a great game. You are invited...
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You've always been good at making memories.
For yourself, for those you love.
"...and your dog to steal the ball away..."
What more could a boy ask for?
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