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Ball boys kept trying to slip in a slick pumpkin on 4th down for punts. I kept tossing it back to them. Finally had enough and went to the coach and told him it was going to cost him if it came in one more time.
He said "which ball is it?". I pointed it out. He took it from the ball boy, took out his pocket knife and stabbed it (the ball, not the boy), looked at me and said "there, its fixed". I had to suppress my chuckle.
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