On a perfect Florida day in early March. In the outfield bleacher seats (never buy assigned seats, you sneak into those after 7th). Seeing the same fuckers you saw last year. At the beer booth. Make it cold. And a grilled dog. Saw Thurman Munson at Ft Lauderdale stadium on a school day. Half my class and little league team were there. hHe gave us balls. Then he was dead. Smell the grill, man. That first beer burp stings your eyes, don’t it. Spring in Florida. There. Are. No. Better. Days. Miss you, Pops.
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