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"At times, the game of baseball has brought extreme joy, even bliss; other times, I've wished that I'd never picked up the damn ball in the first place."
"What an unusual odd duck he must have been -- a James Dean-like ballplayer with home run power and a ninety mile-per-hour fastball by day; a philosophical bookworm by night."
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"The sheer power of his Cadillac-powered hot rod combined with the sounds of the times provided an adrenalin-fed rush that motivated his performance on the ball field. A British logician kept it under control. Put on some upbeat songs. May all your troubles be gone."
"So, there he was, a stranger in some distant land, on his way back from the local Dairy Queen with a copy of Russellʼs History of Western Philosophy tucked under one arm; all the while, munching on a cherry sundae parfait. He donned a faded pair of Leviʼs, plain white tee, tennies, no socks, and a single-stranded leather anklet while a few curly locks protruded from under his ball cap. Odd, how he must have appeared in this small prairie town which seemed to have gone back in time."