Through my childhood I looked at the giant blue flower glowing across the river and dreamed. Sometimes I imagined it was flying saucer that had descended from space. It might as well have still been in space, we never had more than two nickels to rub together so I never came within two blocks of the shining object.
Although I dreamed about it, I couldn’t truthfully imagine even sitting in the stadium, let alone playing in it.
So to all of you kids on the wrong side of the river, if I break the record tonight, this one’s for you.
(note – after being up for a few hours I greatly edited the story)
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