As usual, David Ortiz's laugh entered the room before he did. The Red Sox slugger followed, clad in a red warmup shirt and clutching a bottle of pink vitamin water, sure to be the official drink of budding designated hitters across New England. He sat behind the table, Edgar Martinez next to him, and his shiny new trophy -- his ... (Full article: 613 words)

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