Five-thirty in the afternoon. Lee Smith was preparing to leave his new place of employment. He was looking for a pair of sunglasses.
“Have to put together a disguise,” Lee Smith said, this big man walking through the home clubhouse at Fenway Park. “Need some sunglasses.”
“Put a bag over your head,” fellow relief pitcher Bob Stanley suggested from the long row of lockers along the wall. “That’s what I always use.”
“A bag . . .” Lee Smith said.
Five-thirty in the afternoon. First day of the baseball year. The rose petals had been swept off the ground in a hurry -- the grand march to the American League pennant already stalled with this 5-3 Opening Day loss to the Detroit Tigers yesterday in the gray Fenway mist -- and the knuckle-down realities of daily living had arrived in a hurry.
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