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Linus Van Pelt once said, "A soft answer turneth away wrath," or something like that.
Tonight there was a mass of bodies in the lane, a brief skirmish, and the ball trickled out of bounds. Partner whistled out of bounds. I was right in front of Coach A.
He asked, almost meekly, "That wasn't a foul?"
I answered, "I don't know."
He responded, "You don't know??"
"Right. I don't know."
He stood there with his mouth open.
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I swear, Gus, you'd argue with a possum.
It'd be easier than arguing with you, Woodrow.
Lonesome Dove
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