Once, after the great Willie Mays had dropped a fly ball, a venerable sportswriter described it thusly:
"The last time Mays dropped one of those, he was wearing a bonnet and shaking a rattle."
It was one of the game's better pieces of copy.
There was something that I was sure had happened in my childhood, and on my birthday. We used to go to Tigers games every August 6th. The team always seem...
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