Its beloved, hapless Orioles haven't given this gritty port city much to cheer about lately, and neither did the drizzly weather last Monday. But you could feel a tropical sizzle building as the lights came up at Camden Yards that evening, and about 150 police officers--three times the usual contingent--surrounded the place. A salsa band heated up the bricks behind left field, and the usual ballpark air of stale beer and popcorn gave way to the exotic aromas of rum-and-mint mojitos and fine Havana cigars, which Yanqui yuppies puffed in violation of the U.S. trade embargo against Cuba. In the parking...
Cuban Aces Charm A Baseball-Loving City
Their winning style has U.S. fans asking, Why shouldn't the best play the best?
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