Below is a fragmentary writing I located at Coca-Cola Stadium in Allentown, wedged behind a urinal and the wall. It was a crude notebook of sorts, with many papers sewn together with leftover glove lacing. The writing was scrawled on the back of baseball score sheets, programs, and a partial New Testament[1] and written in many different colors of ink and pencil and other materials, possibly eyeblack.
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The speakers blared walk-up music as Dominic Brown approached the plate as always. Time to get up to the plate. The noise was muffled by the crowd in the stands and the cries of vendors of ice cold beer.