September Song: The matter of baseball
The Mets and the Cubs find reasons to keep on keepin' on, even with nothing at stake
Down in the clubhouse, the game is as it ever was.
They come and go from the showers and from the trainer's room. They slump on the sofa. They tuck their phones to their ears. They tape, they powder, they scratch, they swagger, they dress. They undress. They dress again. They eat. They talk. Half a dozen gather at a table, young men talking about young women, talking about cars and movies and nightclubs, talking over one another, laughing, whispering, grab-assing scatter-plot ...
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