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I once ran my ex-gf's father from a church league game. Actually, I didn't really run him. He dropped the "G-D" bomb (remember, Mike... church game
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Dave I haven't decided if I should call it from the dugout or the outfield. Apparently, both have really great views! Screw green, it ain't easy being blue! I won't be coming here that much anymore. I might check in now and again. Last edited by NCASAUmp; Fri Jun 01, 2007 at 12:09am. 
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