There’s always a moment just before the first pitch when we all rise. It's muscle memory at this point. You stand, you remove your cap, you face the flag. Maybe it’s an a cappella version of the national anthem. Maybe it's a pre-recorded performance echoing through the concourse while people shuffle to their seats with beers and nachos. I do it. I’ve al…
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