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A word of explanation. We went on a family outing to see the Red Sox at Fenway. We had bleacher seats two rows from the tippy-top. There was no way in hell a fly ball would ever get up there, yet, the young man in front of us (mid-20s I would say) brought along his glove. He even wore it at times. It did my heart good. I snuck a picture of it and later wrote a senryu to go with it. By the way, the Sox lost. Oh, well, there are a million more games in the season...
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