Let's say you're a baseball player of some sort, whether it is professional or just playing around with your backstabbing friends who will all take your girl friends later on. There you are, standing there in the deepest, darkest, corner of right field, merely watching airplanes flying over with those peculiar banners that you can't quite read. You continue to hear a sound that sounds like CRACK, and whizzing sound as something passes right next to your ear and clangs into the chain link fence right behind you. You hear people yelling your name and large amounts of profanity, and someone runs up to you, your friend, Danny and he tells you to catch the "ball" (he must be talking about that white round thing with strange red lines on it) in your glove next time. And soon enough, he calls you
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| - Let's say you're a baseball player of some sort, whether it is professional or just playing around with your backstabbing friends who will all take your girl friends later on. There you are, standing there in the deepest, darkest, corner of right field, merely watching airplanes flying over with those peculiar banners that you can't quite read. You continue to hear a sound that sounds like CRACK, and whizzing sound as something passes right next to your ear and clangs into the chain link fence right behind you. You hear people yelling your name and large amounts of profanity, and someone runs up to you, your friend, Danny and he tells you to catch the "ball" (he must be talking about that white round thing with strange red lines on it) in your glove next time. And soon enough, he calls you
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| - Let's say you're a baseball player of some sort, whether it is professional or just playing around with your backstabbing friends who will all take your girl friends later on. There you are, standing there in the deepest, darkest, corner of right field, merely watching airplanes flying over with those peculiar banners that you can't quite read. You continue to hear a sound that sounds like CRACK, and whizzing sound as something passes right next to your ear and clangs into the chain link fence right behind you. You hear people yelling your name and large amounts of profanity, and someone runs up to you, your friend, Danny and he tells you to catch the "ball" (he must be talking about that white round thing with strange red lines on it) in your glove next time. And soon enough, he calls you in to the strange complex they call a "dugout"
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