As a kid, I fell asleep with a transistor radio tuned to Oakland A’s baseball games almost 2,800 miles away. Listening to those games that originated from what might as well have been the moon for a kid in South Carolina fascinated me.It was a time when information was garnered from the back of baseball cards bought from the 7-11 with every penny of my allowance.I still have thousands of those cards that my son and I occasionally reference.The images on those cards are often hilarious, but the information on the back was the gold.Far-off birthplaces, remote minor league cities I’d never heard of and quirky statistics or oddities about the player were for me like being an archaeologist and discovering an unknown sarcophagus of an Egyptian King.I was on a hunt for the unusual and unexpected and I’ve been hooked on the weird and unusual in baseball ever since. My son and I bonded over baseball, but more than
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