Donny in his element
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I played the entire Cleveland Indians 1991 season during my latchkey summer of 1992. I was heading into fourth grade.
My daily routine included hours of Strat-o-Matic, some Aussie Rules football and pro wrestling on daytime ESPN. A bike ride to Circle K with my small, mom-given per diem, which I used to buy Fleer '92 baseball cards (ugly yellow border). And if my Book-It button was full, the adjacent Pizza Hut for my freebie personal pan pizza.
We had a former Texas Longhorns pitcher who was still trying to make it somewhere — Brian Toronto — living in our apartment complex in Palm Bay, Florida, and he'd throw with us. As a 10 year old, I felt the power behind his throws was scary.
My daily routine included hours of Strat-o-Matic, some Aussie Rules football and pro wrestling on daytime ESPN. A bike ride to Circle K with my small, mom-given per diem, which I used to buy Fleer '92 baseball cards (ugly yellow border). And if my Book-It button was full, the adjacent Pizza Hut for my freebie personal pan pizza.
We had a former Texas Longhorns pitcher who was still trying to make it somewhere — Brian Toronto — living in our apartment complex in Palm Bay, Florida, and he'd throw with us. As a 10 year old, I felt the power behind his throws was scary.
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