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He’s Baseball’s Only Mud Supplier. It’s a Job He May Soon Lose.

LONGPORT, N.J. — A 45-gallon rubber barrel sits in a cluttered garage along the Jersey Shore, stuffed waist-higher with what appears to be like like the world’s least appetizing chocolate pudding. It is absolutely nothing additional than icky, gooey, viscous, gelatinous mud. Ah, but what mud. The mud that dreams […]