For Love of the
Saturday, and they're laying new ties and sleepers on the F line. By the time you change for the 7 train you're already late. The Mets and the Marlins start without you. In the Willets Point station stragglers hustle past the scalpers, everyone wearing a look of comic pity for everyone else, then take the stairs two at a time until they're outside. Even from here you can feel the pull of it in your chest, the game underway, the concentration of big league noise and color and the compression ...
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