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Jimmy told me if I had any Cassidy Dover urges to send them his way. If he only knew this is what I've been working on. Maybe he wouldn't have asked me!

A picture may paint a thousand words, but that doesn't mean all the words are right.  Gorman Thomas is the perfect example.  My recollections of him were mainly from baseball cards and AP photos dating back to the late-'70s/early-'80s.  In all of these photos, you see an incredibly serious Gorman Thomas, hair long and bushy, both on his scalp and his face.  And the eyes were of a man who meant business. 

I am wealthy, in more ways than one.  My various bank accounts are plenty full.  The government is going to give me a nice check this year because all of my income last year was interest and dividends, but interest on my very large and overly expensive (even at today's prices) house was quite the write off.  In money terms, I've got enough to last my lifetime and three more, had I believed in reincarnation.

The curious case of Benjamin Broussard.  You see, he probably wasn't supposed to be a baseball player.  He was probably all along supposed to be a musician; maybe not a million-selling cultural icon.  More like a guy who gets an album deal and makes his money touring 162 nights a year.  But something happened on the way to his destiny.  He walked onto the baseball program at McNeese State University in Texas and made the team.&n