The shadow Dream Team was working its magic in a rickety, almost empty country stadium. There were Roman numerals on the scoreboard. Black-and-yellow butterflies fluttered around the net. The few sportswriters in attendance were sitting cross-legged on the ground, to avoid the blistering sun. The bus driver hadn't even known how to find the place.
The number of fans supporting the perennial world champions was approximately zero. And though this was their national day, no flags were flying in their honor. Nonetheless, the Cuban baseball team went out and polished the diamond till it sparkled, showing off all the sports-for-sports'- sake...
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