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**OnlineHost** You have entered
the Atlanta Braves Spring Training chatroom. |
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DontPracticeRenteria:
When I moved to Atlanta, everyone else knew each other. The whole starting lineup
had spent their entire careers in the Braves organization. |
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DontPracticeRenteria:
I was traded during the offseason, so I had zip time to make friends before Spring
Training. |
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DontPracticeRenteria:
Little did I know I was going to get us into the biggest pickle. ANY of us. Had
EVER seen. |
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AChipOffTheOl'_erJones:
What's up with that hat? Got a fireplace? |
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DontPracticeRenteria:
Yeah. |
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AChipOffTheOl'_erJones:
Throw that in there, man. Here, take this one. |
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DontPracticeRenteria:
Th-thanks!
/sticks head in front door
MWOOOM! I'M GOIN' TO PLAY BWOOL! |
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DontPracticeRenteria:
I headed down to Turner Field and stood at what I was pretty sure was shortstop. Little
did I know that I was going to get us in the biggest pickle. ANY of us. had EVER seen. |
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**OnlineHost**
A fly ball is hit to short. |
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DontPracticeRenteria:
/flinches
/misses ball |
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Andraeiousometimesyw:
AHAHAH
Kid's a square! |
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PeteOrria: Come
on, Chipper! This kid is an L |
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PeteOrria: 7 |
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PeteOrria: WEEEENIE |
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DontPracticeRenteria:
/pulls cap over face
/sobs softly |
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AChipOffTheOl'_erJones:
Hey guys, come on.
Listen, man. Just...just stick your glove out there. Yeah, like that. I'll take care of
the rest. |
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AChipOffTheOl'_erJones:
/tosses up ball |
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**OnlineHost** AChipOffTheOl'_erJones
has hit the ball directly toward DontPracticeRenteria's glove. |
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DontPracticeRenteria:
/ball bounces off head
/remains motionless |
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AChipOffTheOl'_erJones:
Uh...all right. Here's another. |
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**OnlineHost** AChipOffTheOl'_erJones
has hit another ball at DontPracticeRenteria. |
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DontPracticeRenteria:
/takes off glove and attempts instead to catch ball using said ball which he has not
yet caught
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AChipOffTheOl'_erJones:
Do you know how to play baseball? |
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DontPracticeRenteria:
I didn't know how to field, that's for sure. The year before I'd led the Major
Leagues in errors. And I was about to get us into the biggest pickle. ANY of us. Had EVER
seen. |
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AChipOffTheOl'_erJones:
Thanks for saying that like a billion times. Now let's try this again.
/hits ball |
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DontPracticeRenteria:
/tries to catch ball with back of thigh
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AChipOffTheOl'_erJones:
Again.
/hits ball |
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DontPracticeRenteria:
/tries to catch ball using an obscure childhood memory of his mother taking him to the
supermarket
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AChipOffTheOl'_erJones:
Getting there, getting there!
/hits ball |
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DontPracticeRenteria:
/allows ball to drop and attempts to construct an argument supporting the idea that
the planet Earth is his glove
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AChipOffTheOl'_erJones:
You're getting better, I can tell! Practice makes perfect!
/hits ball |
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DontPracticeRenteria:
/insists that it does not matter whether he catches the ball because we are all in the
Matrix
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AChipOffTheOl'_erJones:
Better, better!
/hits ball |
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DontPracticeRenteria:
/catches ball
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AChipOffTheOl'_erJones:
You...you did it! YOU DID IT! |
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DontPracticeRenteria:
/tests positive for steroids
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