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OldLOL: 6/22/06 |
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OldLOL: Forever engraved in the heart of every baseball fan as the day The Greatest Pitcher Ever To Live did what no one thought was humanly possible. |
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OldLOL: Pitch in my 23rd season. |
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OldLOL: His fans in Houston acknowledge his loyal ability to stick with his team and carry them to the playoffs. |
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OldLOL: A spectacle indeed. |
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TheConstantGarner: Why did you call me out here, Roger? |
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OldLOL: I'm done pitching for the day, sir. Actually, you call me sir. I like that. "Sir". |
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TheConstantGarner: Roger, you so easily forget that I'm the manager around here and I decide when you're out of the ballgame. |
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OldLOL: And you so easily forget what the funk a contract is. I've pitched 100 pitches so I'm done. |
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TheConstantGarner: You'll eat our bullpen alive. We need you to get to at least the seventh. |
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OldLOL: Sorry coach I can't hear you over these raving lunatics chanting my name. I'll catch you in the Dugout. |
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**Online Host** OldLOL has left the chat room |
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**Online Host** TheConstantGarner has slowly receded into a corner of the dugout |
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LidgeOnTheRiverKwai: Coach? Coach! |
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TheConstantGarner: Huh ha wha? |
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LidgeOnTheRiverKwai: You don't look so good. Is everything ok? |
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TheConstantGarner: I just received what is the baseball equivalent of a back alley raping. I can't even blink. |
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LidgeOnTheRiverKwai: You were traded to the Nationals? |
