By Amalie Benjamin Globe Staff MORRISON, Tenn. - He peeled open the cigarette paper in a desperate attempt to satisfy his craving. As Ron Johnson sat in the Delta terminal at the Detroit airport - waiting to return to his Tennessee home after a frantic call from his wife hours earlier - he couldn't comprehend anything. All the Red Sox first base coach could do was long for the taste of his Copenhagen. It had happened on the connection, as he flew from Boston to Nashville. In his fre
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