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Out of the mists of time (when
tyrannosaurus was no longer Rex and humanoids still filed their knuckles
with pumice), a rounded stone bounded down an earthen track and struck the
polished ball joint of a tribal elder's hip who had died the previous
Spring. A tumultuous grunt went up from the assembled hirsutes;
Bocce was born!
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From Samothrace to Samarkand,
from Silesia to Siberia, the fame of the game did spread. The
vicissitudes of bocce were mirrored in the fate of the great:
Julius Ceasar ("et tu, bocce?"), and Judah Ben-Hur,
who, it is said, preferred bocce to chariot racing, and was a
standout in the Red Sea League for thirty-five years.
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