The Name You Should Know

I don't have much perspective about how much baseball actually permeates the culture considering how far I immerse myself in it. But if you were halfway conscious of baseball in the late eighties/early nineties, this is some sad stuff.

Interestingly enough, the very nice person from Chicago who sent me my hat back is (last) named Kirby. I believe he is no danger of dying any time soon. Which is good.

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