On the reflexive nature of allies, enemies, and dollar hot dog night. Ira Brooker reports from the Twin Cities.
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"No one had to tell me I was never going to be a home run hitter. I was hitting the same ball as the rest of the players, but when the big guys cracked one, it went out of the park. Mine went out of the infield." - Nelie Fox, 1965
