I have been typing off and on for seven hours. The only words now of this season's long baseball journaling endeavor that I have yet to type up are these fresh-ink lines in my very recent wake. I am going to the Cardinals game tonight. I won't see or hear any of the Rays and Archer at Pomeranz and the Red Sox. Tomorrow we leave for Wisconsin and Michigan. I hope to listen to plenty of baseball and to write at least a little as I look out at all the water. Luxury Suite 61 Third base side. Shrimp, sandies and Woodford Reserve—yowZa. Beautiful night for a ballgame. I picked up this pen when someone dropped it on the ground. I have donned the giveaway green jersey. Man on First Josh Bell batting from the left side. He gets out, somehow. That happened fast. End of one inning. On to stage come Trevor Williams and His Rag Tag Band I've been talking about this guy for almost three months—it's neat that he's on the mound tonight. Marp, back from whe
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