In the midst of this awful, horrific losing streak, I've taken some solace in the words of Walt Whitman: "Let us go forth a while, and get better air in our lungs. Let us leave our closed rooms. The game of ball is glorious."
Win or lose, that's really all there is to it.
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I don't want to tell you what to write, but I'm dying for your recollection of the Key West trip.
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