But What Do I Know? . . . Father’s Day/Canadian Baseball Hall of Fame Edition

My weekly observations and notes about some Canadian baseball stories: ·         Up until my mid-teens, he channeled his inner Mickey Mantle to hit me countless fly balls down Thames Crescent in Dorchester, Ont. And I chased them pretending to be Jesse Barfield, Lloyd Moseby or Dale Murphy. He’s a kind, quiet, patient, gentle and responsible... Continue Reading →

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