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The paper got signed on February 8, 1927, eighty-five thousand dollars, and somewhere in the transaction something that had seemed permanent dissolved like a man’s face in dirty water. Twenty-two years in Detroit…..gone. Now he was going to Philadelphia to play for a man he’d despised the way you despise a mirror that shows you […]

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Lately I’ve been thinking about Tito Francona—the father, not the managerial offspring with the recycled nickname and the postmodern baseball pedigree. The old one, the real one, who once hit .363 for Cleveland in a year that now feels like an administrative error in the record books. After that, he dissolved into the gray sediment […]

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Dave Beard wasn’t famous, and that’s kind of the point. In the long, cracked pavement of baseball history, there are the guys who get their faces on baseball cards kids actually want, and then there are the guys who just sort of show up. The grinders. The ones who throw when their arms are wet […]

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You are twenty-eight years old, your name is Tommy Lasorda, and you have just been purchased by Kansas City—a city that exists primarily as a way station between more important places, a baseball purgatory where careers go to test their faith against indifference. The year is 1956, and you have spent the better part of […]

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Nick Kurtz, a rookie first baseman who looks like he wandered out of a protein shake commercial, suddenly materialized in the record books with one of those evenings that read less like baseball and more like a wild night of drinking. In Houston, of all places—an indoor shopping mall disguised as a ballpark—he went 6-for-6, […]

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