Given as a present to the world along with City Limits Gazette # Aged Richie Rich on his deathbed whispering "Rosebud" (Jan. 1992).
This was, as I recall, the result of a dream. In real life I could care less about baseball.
Even so, this is one of my favorite comix, although it still doesn't come close to Mr. Crawford Raises Herfords, Too-- a work that separates the wheat from the chaff when it comes to reader galactic awareness of life's mysteries.
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