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By J0KER BRONZE
Portland, Oregon

It all started on a warm summer night, the trees were swaying, the moon was glowing, and the stars were twinkling bright… Well actually I was just making that up because I s...
J0KER BRONZE, Portland, Oregon
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LoganDavis0306 BRONZE, Portland, Oregon
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sneaky_meeky BRONZE, Portland, Oregon
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katieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee BRONZE, Portland, Oregon
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By HGranger BRONZE
Lake Oswego, Oregon
HGranger BRONZE, Lake Oswego, Oregon
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grant_kolberg05 BRONZE, Portland, Oregon
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By rhiannonross BRONZE
Fort Smith, Arkansas
rhiannonross BRONZE, Fort Smith, Arkansas
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By MagicMan20 SILVER
Peachtree City, Georgia
MagicMan20 SILVER, Peachtree City, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
Ray, people will come Ray. They'll come to Iowa for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll turn up your driveway not knowing for sure why they're doing it. They'll arrive at your door as innocent as children, longing for the past. Of course, we won't mind if you look around, you'll say. It's only $20 per person. They'll pass over the money without even thinking about it: for it is money they have and peace they lack. And they'll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they'll watch the game and it'll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they'll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come Ray. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it's a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again. Oh... people will come Ray. People will most definitely come.

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By pranairaina BRONZE
Cupertino, California
pranairaina BRONZE, Cupertino, California
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