Toward the end of February, big-league ball players arrive at training camp towns in Texas and Florida, greet each other as if they had met the day before, settle themselves for after-dinner card games. Old ball players play black jack, hearts, pinochle; younger ones play contract bridge. In the morning, they all play golf. In the afternoon, scrutinized by a few urchins too young to caddy and a few townsfolk too old to pitch horseshoes, they hit fungoes, chase flies, trap grounders, play pepper games (players stand in a small circle, toss...
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