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October 23, 2008

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Eric Colin

He was (is) the king and I shall forever sing his praises for nothing short of the fact that he provided me with an identity!

"I GOT UP THIS MORNING FEELING MIGHTY SWELL, I FUCKED 98 BITCHES FORE' MY OLD DICK FELL
THEN I WENT TO THE RESTAURANT, GOT ME A BOWL OF KRAUT
THEN I FUCKED 2 MO' TO MAKE THAT GODDAMN HUNDRED OUT!"

REST IN PEACE RUDY

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Dan Epstein

  • Dan Epstein is the author of Big Hair and Plastic Grass: A Funky Ride Through Baseball and America in the Swinging '70s and Stars and Strikes: Baseball and America in the Bicentennial Summer of '76, both published by Thomas Dunne Books/St. Martin's Press. He writes about baseball, music and other cultural obsessions for a variety of outlets and publications. He lives in Southern California, and is available for speaking engagements.