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many years ago......
When I was a rookie, my ex-wife(then wife) would come to games to pick me up(we was po
 only had 1 car). Problem was, crowd would talk smack, she was such a bitc*, she'd be arguing with crowd. I ended that quick, got a cell phone and told her I'd call. Then I'd just walk to nearest McDonald or whatever..........
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