I would say I come from a baseball family. To this day, I think the only time I saw one of my brothers cry was when baseball went on
strike in 1994. Which is why, I was a little disheartened to find out there is no Roger Maris dedication in NYC like there is in Fargo, North Dakota. I mean, his NY Yankees years were
some of his best, no? If you are in Fargo, and a baseball fan, make sure to check out the
Roger Maris Museum located in the
West Acres Mall. North Dakotans are quite loyal to anyone born, raised, or has plowed a field in their great state.
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