Just remembered this one. One of the first games I ever called. (long time ago) 8th grade girls...there was a lady in the stands that was on every little thing. Not the loudest or the nastiest I ever heard, but just constant.
After the game, she came to me and apologized: "Sorry I yelled so much but that's my baby out there." I said, without smiling, "Oh, that's okay, ma'am. We did the best we could, but you know you can see the game better from the stands than we can from down here on the floor." She quickly agreed, "Oh, yeah!" I was being sarcastic, she was not. This is why we get the big bucks.
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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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