The Final On Deck

Certainly it was a minor coincidence that his jersey sported the number 10.  On the cosmic, harmonic convergence level of things, the assignment was dead on to what it should have been.  As he waited patiently on deck for his turn to bat for what would be the last time, he reflected on his time in the game.


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Randy Tharp

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