Here is a random sampling of the texts I got Monday night at approximately 8:41 p.m. Eastern.
Tom Murphy?
Tom Murphy.
Who is Tom Murphy?
What is a Tom Murphy?
Who in the hell is Tom Murphy?
Oh man! Tom Murphy!
Tom Murphy?
It remains unclear how this has become my life, how I have reached a point (at my advanced age) where a 28-year-old backup catcher with the s…
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