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01 December 2009

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JoAnne Guanella

Once again! I enjoyed Steps, and the way you put REAL life into words. I remember also, when the lights where turned off on the field as Gary and I waited for Garrett after the game. It became a 'season of life' with lots of good memories. Best wishs to Tucker and his future with football! Thank You Suzanne,& Merry Christmas.

Elisa

As usual... such beautiful images, read with a box of tissues! Thank you Suz for sharing the memories! :)

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why the bottom of the ninth?

  • For as long as I can remember, I have always loved the game of baseball. Like life, it is a game that is measured in small moments, a single pitch, a missed sign, a sacrifice fly to right in the bottom of the ninth to score the winning run. Moments when things change, sometimes forever. The bottom of the ninth is about those moments.
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  • "People will come, Ray... They'll walk out to the bleachers, and sit in shirt-sleeves on a perfect afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they'll watch the game, and it'll be as if they'd dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick, they'll have to brush them away from their faces. The one constant through all the years has been baseball. ... It reminds us of all that once was good, and it could be again. People will most definitely come." - Field of Dreams, 1989

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