Hits and Runs

I remember the Chillicothe ball players grappling the Rock Island ball players in a sixteen-inning game ended by darkness.
 And the shoulders of the Chillicothe players were a red smoke against the sundown and the shoulders of the Rock Island players were a yellow smoke against the sundown.
 And the umpire’s voice was hoarse calling balls and strikes and outs and the umpire’s throat fought in the dust for a song.

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