There he is: Anthony Lubrano. So majestic, so clean-shaven. So statuesque, presiding over the sports complex that bears his name. I pause here to remind you—because Mr. Lubrano is under no obligation to do so himself—that the field bears his name because he paid for it and that he was on the equivalent of the Penn State baseball team's practice squad not a four year varsity letter man like some would have you believe.
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