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If a woman has to choose between catching a fly ball and saving an infant’s life, she will choose to save the infant’s life without even considering if there are men on base. ~Dave Barry

I’m convinced that every boy, in his heart, would rather steal second base than an automobile. ~Tom Clark

Baseball players are smarter than football players. How often do you see a baseball team penalized for too many men on the field? ~Jim Bouton, 1988

A critic once characterized baseball as six minutes of action crammed into two-and-one-half hours. ~Ray Fitzgerald, in Boston Glove, 1970

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Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. ~From a headstone in Ireland

Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth;
Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth…
~Thomas Moore

Better than honor and glory, and History’s iron pen,
Was the thought of duty done and the love of his fellow-men.
~Richard Watson Gilder

How important it is for us to recognize and celebrate our heroes and she-roes! ~Maya Angelou

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A faith of convenience is a hollow faith. ~Father Mulcahy, “A Holy Mess,” original airdate 1 February 1982, written by Elias Davis and David Pollock, directed by Burt Metcalfe

Your picture’s in my wallet and I’m sitting on it. And if that isn’t love, I don’t know what is. ~Frank Burns

A good cigar is like a beautiful chick with a great body who also knows the American League box scores. ~Klinger, “Bug-Out,” original airdate 21 September 1976, written by Jim Fritzell and Everett Greenbaum, directed by Gene Reynolds

Dawn Rapture

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The good things begin

When we go beyond the words

Music is the wing

That takes us there

Or love

Or a photo that touches the heart

Poetry can take us

Or a twenty mile run.

So many ways

We can go

We need to go.

As you read these words

Imagine you are standing

Behind yourself

Watching yourself

Read this

In a place beyond the words.

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The evening has left us

Quietly to ourselves.

I watch you move before the mirror

Releasing all the catches and the stays

The predictable moments and habitual ways

Until a lamp light soft reveals

Your moving presence and my cautious appeal.

Can I reach the glistening  in your eyes

And hold you in my arms?

A prayer weaves its way

Above

As we explore

The promises of love.

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