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Nana 
By John F., Weston, MA
Fade in on a warm gentle hand holding an iron.
Close-up on her face with a big smile
Show the wrinkles of time and happiness on her face.
Flash to an old toothless lady sitting in a rocking chair brushing
her dentures.
Then set up cameras in the back yard with a professional
pitcher's mound
Show the wind-up of Clemens
Pan down to a close-up on a baseball glove.
Ride the ball to the catcher's mitt.
Pan the family faces in awe
Pan to the same Nana pitching
Flash to an old woman not Nana being wheeled around an old
age home.
Flash back to Nana sitting in a rocking chair flipping channels
Switch to the Celtics game
Show Nana putting the remote control down and watching the
game.
Show her watching, leaning forward, yelling at the ref, slapping
her knee, Screaming go Larry.










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