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I am the best thing that can happen after a stick hits a ball.
Men seize me from my home tear apart my flesh drink the sweet blood then cast my skin aside.
You are my brother, but I am not your brother. Who am I?
I am always around you but often forgotten. I am pure and clean most time but occasionally rotten.
When you buy me I am costly, but the only use I have is hanging only. What am I?
It weighs next to nothing but no one can hold it for long. What is it?