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What if Pedro Cerrano had a 1989 Donruss baseball card?

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Once you got to know him, you’d find that Pedro Cerrano had some serious charisma.

In fact, I could see him running for office someday. (And, I swear that guy on the Keifer Sutherland show, 24, looks a lot like him. But, anyway…)

Sure, Cerrano’s voodoo freaked out some veterans in the clubhouse (well, at least Eddie Harris admitted that to me), but Jobu helped Cerrano with the curveball and that’s all that matters. Harris warmed up to Jobu, too, after a freak accident that first summer — so it all paid off in the end.

Believe it or not, Charlie Donovan considered sending Cerrano down to Triple-A early in his rookie season, but we decided we needed his bat in the lineup and then looked to move Vaughn. Good thing we got him some glasses and Cerrano finally pulled it around.

Cerrano’s sophomore season was another story … but Jake, Duke and Pep told me that Isuro “Kamikazi” Tanaka was a real help.

Something about marbles.

Maybe they’re a good stress-reliever? I’ll look into that.

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What if Roger Dorn had a 1989 Donruss baseball card?

Roger Dorn.

I never really liked that guy — probably because his car cost more than I made in my last five seasons managing the Toledo Mud Hens combined.

Then, again, I did manage to get him a good deal on some whitewalls at Tire World. After that — and our pennant — he gave me a Rolex, so I can’t complain.

Once he got over my stance on calisthenics, and stopped acting like he was centerstage in the Playa Tijuana bullfighting stadium, he became quite a spark for my team. For some reason, he also seemed to listen to Jake Taylor a little more as the season progressed. And he always seemed to light a fire under Ricky Vaughn, too.

He’s good with his investments, so I’m sure he’s rebounded quite well from his short-lived stint as the Indians owner.

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What if I, Lou Brown, had a 1989 Donruss baseball card?

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My Cleveland Indians never got any respect, despite a pair of division titles and a couple of postseason runs.

And then we were broken up via free agency so Rachel Phelps could make a buck.

And the ultimate sign of disrespect is that we never appeared on any real baseball cards.

But what if I, Lou Brown, had a card? Well, I do — sort of.

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