It was a great year to be a hit-'em-where-they-ain't hit machine from Kasugai. And it was a great year to end a six-week retirement to go pitch in your hometown.
It was a great year to go three months between haircuts in stylish New England. And it was a great year to be a 700-homer man watching your fan club float around in kayaks out beyond the right-field seats.
On the other hand, it was a lousy year to play baseball in an Arizona desert. It was a lousy year to be a lame-duck orange ...
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