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In 1969, when I was a senior in high school, I requested "time" from the umpire and walked off the pitcher's mound to the dugout. My coach asked if I was hurt, and I said, "Nope. Just terrified of lightening - and I just saw some!" Let's see...aluminum bats, metal spikes, tall light towers, wire backstops - "TIME!!" If somebody wants to gripe about my stopping the game, that's fine with me. At least everyone leaves alive.
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