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IFasserOnFridays: Dear fellas, |
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**OnlineHost** TheGiantsClubhouse is away and may not be able to receive messages. |
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IFasserOnFridays: I can't believe how fast things move on the outside. The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry. |
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IFasserOnFridays: The front office got me on this single-A affiliate. It's hard work and I try to keep up, but my hands hurt most of the time. I don't think the manager likes me very much. |
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IFasserOnFridays: Sometimes after work I go to the park and feed the birds. I used to play for the Cardinals. I keep thinking they might just show up and say hello. But they never do. I hope they're doin' okay and makin' new friends. |
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IFasserOnFridays: I have trouble sleepin' at night. I have bad dreams like I'm falling behind in the count. I wake up scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember what the count is. Which, of course, is always invariably at least 2-0 regardless of whether I am actually pitching, since I am Jeff Fassero. |
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IFasserOnFridays: I don't like it here. I'm tired of being afraid all the time. I've decided not to stay. I doubt they'll kick up any fuss. Not for an old crook like me. |
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**OnlineHost**
IFasserOnFridays has drawn "FASSERO WAS HERE" into the pitcher's mound with his foot. |
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IFasserOnFridays: /deep breath |
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IFasserOnFridays: /hangs slider |
