It is an adventure to come, a memory to etch, all of it an unfolding drama littered with triumph and loss. Month after month, game after game, the grandest invention of all history plays its hand once again. I get this feeling every year. It comes back like an old lover in some far off dream. The only true fantasy that actually comes to pass.
Summer is time for the game, a time when all else falls into proper perspective.
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