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imagine a seven-year-old from Anywhere,
U.S.A.—or Sheboygan, Wisconsin, to be exact.
Brooklyn Dodgers cap on head, baseball mitt in
hand, the boy would race outside after school
to play pitcher, batter, and announcer all in one.
Though his younger sister Judi sometimes roamed
the outfield behind him, Ronnie Rabinovitz kept
his eyes focused on the most formidable of World
Series foes: the garage door.
His bedroom was like an artful Dodger’s dugout,
his backyard as green and smooth as a miniature
Ebbets Field. In those days, nearly every American
schoolboy followed a favorite team, but for Ronnie,
it wasn’t simply a pastime but an obsession.
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