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Originally Posted by Back In The Saddle
Worked my first men's wreck league games of the year last night. I noticed a strange phenomenon: They all had this apparently unrestrainable urge to start sentences with, "You've gotta..."
I felt bad for them in a way. That's no way to live a life.
Anybody know what causes this? Could it be a lifetime's exposure to the tailings from the old steel mill in that town? Perhaps something in the water?
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I play in one.
Last Thursday, as A1 was shooting his free throws for a blocking foul on B1, B1 in the lane tells the official, "He can't dribble with his head down, that's a charge"