I was a scrawny 11-year-old boy in the summer of 1998. I wasn't even much of a baseball fan at the time; basketball was my game, my religion of sorts, and the Los Angeles Lakers were my Gods. I prefered practicing free throws to playing catch, re-enacting buzzer beaters to imitating home run trots
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