Tough One Wrote:
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> I never thought I would enjoy such a thread, or
> make a deposit so to speak, but here goes.
>
> Back when I was a kid, I was a little league
> outfielder. As if being not the worst player on
> the team was bad enough, the fact that my coach
> was my dad's best friend, didn't make life easier.
> He was a military guy, didn't take any nonsense,
> and expected you to be at position no matter what.
> Yeah, he was the guy who if you broke a bone,
> would tape it up, even for kids. The man was a
> complete asshole, even though he had his good
> moments.
>
> Anyhow, one game I had to go, as I had earlier in
> the day eaten all of the food at the concession
> stand. It was rough, and I remember being
> embarrassed at the thought, of shitting myself in
> public. During the middle of a game, I just knew I
> had to go, and during the action I beelined it all
> the way to the don's john on site. The game went
> on, but I was out of action for the rest of it.
>
> The coach to his credit understood.
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