<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Terrance Mann</div><div class="ubbcode-body">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.</div></div>
<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Billy Chapel</div><div class="ubbcode-body">
God, I always said I would never bother you about baseball, lord knows you have bigger things to worry about. But if you could make this pain in my shoulder stop for ten minutes, I would really appreciate it.</div></div>
<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Roger Dorn</div><div class="ubbcode-body">
I only got one thing to say to you Vaughn. . . Strike this mother [censored] out.</div></div>
<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Crash Davis</div><div class="ubbcode-body">
"Well, I believe in the soul... the cock...the [censored]... the small of a woman's back... the hangin' curveball... high fiber... good scotch... that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent overrated crap... I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a Constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve, and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days. Goodnight."
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