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Senior mens game in town. Absoulute nightmare for the home side. Down 6-0 after one, 9-1 after two, 12-1 after three.
Close play at the plate prompts home team manager to pop out of the dugout. Arms flailing, he runs up one side of my head and down the other, obviously looking to get the flush so he can leaveand head down to the beer garden.
I know he's trying to push my buttons, but after a reasonable amount of argueing, I say to him...
"Skipper, if I have to stay and watch a game like this...then you have to stay and watch a game like this."
Shoulders slumped, he heads back to the dugout.
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Tue Jul 30, 2002, 11:01am
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