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If it's true that today's ballplayers are
a product of their era, exactly which era produced Jim Thome? He wears his socks hiked-up and his uniform baggy, has a face
like a fist, and swings like man who is trying to stay off the bread line. Pick a year—1903, 1933, 1963—and Jim
would fit perfectly in one of those funky old team photos. Chicago fans are now counting on him to keep their White Sox on
a championship track—and maybe even make a little history himself.
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