[He misses Ebbets, he misses the game, he misses feeling like nothing else mattered at all in the world but the crack of the bat. The game was a way to be transported, it was a way to transcend. Steve had almost knocked one of Buck's teeth out once during a game, arms flung wide to celebrate a home run.
Good memories, laid to rest. But God, he thinks fiercely, not lost.]
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Good memories, laid to rest. But God, he thinks fiercely, not lost.]
Dunno. Given any thought to football?