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I had an L. A. City baseball game years ago, where the batter (about the size of an NFL lineman) turned and stuck his ample rear into the pitch. I called a dead ball, a ball on the pitch, and told him to stay in the box. Both he and the coach were quite upset. I told them that not only was there no effort to avoid the pitch, a ssssllllooowwww curve, but he actually moved into it. Grumble, grumble, and the game went on. Oh, yeah, it was the home team.
Bob
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