Heart of Blueness.
The last days were ugly. The ballclub had been in disarray for weeks, faced with a Brobdingnagian series of heartbreaking losses and baserunning buffoonery the likes of which had rarely been seen since the 1962 New York Metropolitans. The clubhouse air was dank and dismal, tasting faintly of mustard and failure. Even Angel Berroa, always […]
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