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Good story stick. I remember my first game. It was 7/8th grade game. Obviously two games, no real big mess ups other than I had about 10,000 things go through my head. Anyways, when the game was over, I looked at my whistle and I chewed that crap out of that thing. Well, I retired that whistle and it hangs in my car. I still look at and laugh cause it shows how nervous I was.
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