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My father's name was John Kinsella.
It's an lrish name.
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He was born in North Dakota in 1896...
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...and neversaw a big city...
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...until he came back from France in 1918.
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He settled in Chicago, where he learned
to live and die with the White Sox.
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Died a little
when they lost the 1919 World Series...
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...died a lot the following summer
when eight teammates...
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...were accused of throwing that Series.
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He played some in the minors,
but nothing came ofit.
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Moved to Brooklyn in '35...
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...married Mom in '38...
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...was already an old man
at the naval yards...
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...when I was born in 1952.
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My name's Ray Kinsella.
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Mom died when I was 3,
and I suppose Dad did the best he could.
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Instead of Mother Goose, I was put to bed
to stories of Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig...
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...and the great Shoeless Joe Jackson.
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Dad was a Yankees fan then,
so I rooted for Brooklyn.
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Butin '58, the Dodgers moved away,
so we had to find other reasons to fight.
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We did.
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When it came time to go to college...
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...l picked the farthest
from home I could find.
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This drove him up the wall,
which, I suppose, was the point.
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Officially my major was English,
but really it was the '60s.
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I marched, I smoked some grass...