There was an unwavering beauty to yesterday's game, which seemed to exist outside the confines of the season. The game was like a conjugal visit where the spotted mattress fades into the background, and the automatic weapon-toting guard outside the door becomes a concierge. It was just as easy to imagine it being your 25th wedding anniversary at the Half Moon Bay Ritz-Carlton, instead of the trailer-time bone tossed to you while serving time for throwing your business partner out of a 3rd sto...
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