There he was, looking like a refugee from the House of David in his bushy black beard. "I have bad control," Fidel Castro apologized to the catcher as he lobbed a few warmup pitches across the plate for dear old Oriente province. And covering second base was brother Raúl, head of Cuba's armed forces. Then it was batter-up, and whiff-whiff-whiff, the boys were breaking their backs trying to hit that roundhouse curve. By the end of the first inning, it was Fidel's team 14, the opposition 0. Moments later, the game dissolved.
Castro was in Santiago de Cuba to celebrate...
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