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| | Suburban Guerrilla » The American Game |
 | | The next 12 hours were a fog of conversation, screwdrivers, marijuana, and, for Ellis, amphetamines. |
 | | Ellis would frequently drop acid on off days and weekends; he had a room in his basement christened “The Dungeon,” in which he’d lock himself and listen to Jimi Hendrix or Iron Butterfly “for days.” |
 | | If something didn’t happen in the interim, Dock Philip Ellis, age 25, was about to enter a 50,000-seat stadium and throw a very small ball, very hard, for a very long time, without the benefit of being able to, you know, feel the thing. |
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