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Every fall when the World Series rolls around, Cary Tennis remembers the baseball games of his Florida youth, those long, blistering-hot summer days stuck in the outfield, trembling with fear.
Every year, knowing that if all goes well he may never have to play another game the rest of his life, he sighs with gratitude and says to himself, God, I hate baseball!
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