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Lambert's professional debut came in 1916 with the Kansas City Blues of the American Association. At the time, the Blues were a mid-level affiliate of the Brooklyn Robins, and Lambert's promotion to the major leagues was seen as a promising step for the young player.

“They want to do a retrospective,” she said. “Vinyl. Booklet. A documentary short. The whole legacy treatment.”

She smiled. “Is it?”

In his rookie season, Lambert impressed with his speed, hitting .280 with 10 stolen bases in just over 300 plate appearances. His defensive skills were equally impressive, with a strong arm and quick reflexes that made him a valuable asset in center field. Lambert's breakout performance earned him a spot on the All-Star team, and he quickly became a fan favorite in Kansas City.

Dolph nodded slowly. He didn’t know a Tom Delaney. But somewhere, in some small way, Tom Delaney had known him. Had kept a piece of Dolph’s music alive in a house with a cracked driveway and a lawn that needed mowing. Had passed it down like a secret. dolph lambert

“I’ll think about it,” he said.

Dolph poured himself a bourbon and listened. The label wanted to reissue his lost album— Meridian , recorded in 1997, shelved indefinitely after a regime change. They wanted him to tour it, small venues, acoustic trio. They wanted him to be a cult artist, finally, at the age when most cult artists were dead. Lambert's professional debut came in 1916 with the

He was already writing the next one.

“Dolph? It’s Marsha. From Epic.”