Lashner, William books

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Eric THERE HE WAS, standing in the outfield, lost and bored, staring off into the ether as the game trundled on without him, about the same age as I was when I buried my dog Rex in the woods at the end of Henrietta Road. My son, Eric. It is no crime to hate baseball, except maybe in Patriots Land...