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I can remember the day clearly, it was 1999, or 97, anyway I was out to the park and as always, first to arrive. It helps not to have to work others have told me; feeble excuses if you ask me.
After a 30 min lecture, I allowed my partner to approach the plate with me for the meeting with the rats. Coaches, I mean.
He trembled, I took control.

This was a classic, a championship, between two clubs who had fought, nail and tooth, over a gruelng spring or fall season in the California sun. They were battered, bruised but game for the game. As was I.

The first struck ball, a grounder nick-witting the inside edge of 3rd base and I gave a thunderous

FOULLLLL!!! For I wanted to set a precedence. I am The One and The Only.

Back and forth, fourth and to the 5th. The yellow team (I never know who I am entranced in the play) apparently won.

As I retreated to my Kia, I could hear the murmur in the stands "wow great call Blue...". I found a ball in my bag, smiled, and a red team (LOOSRRS!!) player came by. I reached and handed the ball with great gratitude it was received.

She smiled and proceeded to drop her ice cream cone on Barbie's new outfit.

Another day at the ballpark. Really, no big deal.
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