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Probably the worst game I ever had was a couple of years ago. My regular partner was sick, so they brought in a 26 year veteran who set up his "bag" on the table in our dressing room. He opened it to reveal a mirror, comb, brush, and hair spray. This thing was a mobile beauty shop. He brushed, sprayed, patted his hair and beard, and primped until things were just right. Repeated this procedure at halftimes and between the two games. Then he proceeded to go out and royally stink up the court and make us both look bad all night long!
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