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Tue Jul 30, 2002, 10:03am
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When I played slow pitch, we had a guy who could take that weak full swing and hit soft liners over the pitcher's head for hits. The other team would scream, but the umps never ruled him out.
With the bats and balls of today, one of his soft liners might just make it over the fence.
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greymule More whiskey—and fresh horses for my men! Roll Tide! 
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