Clancy struck out for the third time. He was distraught. The love of his life had left with the ballboy that morning. He hadn’t seen it coming. Like that ball he’d missed by just a hair.
“A hair,” his coach said. “More like a country mile. Go get your eyes examined.”
Clancy made an appointment. The optometrist told him that with his vision it was a miracle he’d ever hit a ball. She also made the observation that his girlfriend needed glasses. And she said yes when he asked her out for dinner. He only hit home runs after that.
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