Rubbing their grains down tight with with a bone.
Wiping them clean of moisture and dirt;
With calibrating hands, weighing them for perfect balance,
Ted Williams sat in his hotel room
And treated his bats -
Lovingly, as a venerable violinist his instrument.
Or, coldly, as an assassin his scoped-rifle.
The Day Satchel Paige and the Pittsburgh Crawfords Came to Hertford, N.C.
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