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Peanut League

By some stroke of luck or justice all the kids who were chosen last, mercilessly teased through the years or simply were too fat or thin to field or hit a baseball, managed to get into the same seventh grade class. While the resulting “peanuts” team did not win a single game in the tiny grade school league, at least they finally played. wild pitch wilder swing catcher sweats Published 9/2015 Cattails

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Date: 10/2/2015 9:20:00 PM
haha, I could just picture the catcher!!! you are so good at these!
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Date: 10/1/2015 7:18:00 PM
You've managed to capture a sate of being, and wrestled it's essence to the paper before it vanished from our memories. Emile.
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