Ever since I was a kid in Upstate New York, the magic of going to a baseball game was something I’ll never forget. We had a AAA team in our town and they were the farm club of the New York Yankees. The post World War II stadium was small and quaint. It was also a bit rundown.
I remember opening days when snow had to be plowed from the tarp so the game could take place. I also remember humid summer nights where the mosquitoes were so dense, you had to brush them away from your face.
When I set out to write Extra Innings, I wanted to capture the feeling of that magic, but add another element to the story. What emerged is a story of a sad man, Joe McLean, who’s trying to capture some of his youthful memories as his beloved baseball stadium is being…
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I so enjoyed this book!
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Thanks so much, Jennie.
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My pleasure, Don!
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Thanks, Don and Charles! All the best to both… ♥♥
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Thank you Billy Ray.
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Thanks for sharing this, Charles.
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You’re welcome.
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