So when I was in Italy for my year abroad, I also played a little semi-pro baseball for a little team that was coached by the father of one of my Italian friends. They even paid me . . . just enough to defray the the costs of the train to practice and to the games. When I was in Italy this time we passed by Sasso Marconi on the way from Milan to Tuscany and on the way back to Milan I decided to stop and see where I used to play etc. And here we are . . . it looks different, but the same.
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