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Old County Stadium. Fall 1996. Brewers playing the Cleveland Indians. Mom, Dad, and 3 of 4 kids sitting about 20 rows up to the right (looking down) of the Indians’ dugout. Beautiful fall evening. Mellow. “DENIS!” “EL PRESIDENTE!!” Arms waving wildly, my husband stood up… Continue Reading “Denis Martinez’ Balls”
Old County Stadium. Fall 1996. Brewers playing the Cleveland Indians. Mom, Dad, and 3 of 4 kids sitting about 20 rows up to the right (looking down) of the Indians’ dugout. Beautiful fall evening. Mellow. “DENIS!” “EL PRESIDENTE!!” Arms waving wildly, my husband stood up… Continue Reading “Denis Martinez’ Balls”
Old County Stadium. Fall 1996. Brewers playing the Cleveland Indians. Mom, Dad, and 3 of 4 kids sitting about 20 rows up to the right (looking down) of the Indians’ dugout. Beautiful fall evening. Mellow. “DENIS!” “EL PRESIDENTE!!” Arms waving wildly, my husband stood up… Continue Reading “Denis Martinez’ Balls”
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