By Michael E. RuaneThe big first baseman trudges across the pristine infield, his walker leaving a crooked trail in the dirt. He has bandages on his knees, a bald spot where he hit his head against a door frame and an old shoulder dislocation from a spill at home.
He's already bushed because it's late in the day and this is when he starts to fade. Plus, it's 90 degrees. And sweat is staining the dark blue T-shirt with the number 25 on the back and "Mustangs" on the front. But it's game time. The hot afternoon is giving way to the shadows of evening. And Bob Soulen, 69, who has Parkinson's disease, is going to play some ball.
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