ELBEE
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Ah, little league catchers. We had a pistol, named Jon, that you had to duck when he let go his cannon. He was more like 32\1, once he knocked out an ump standing in line with second. That was in the day when steel cleats were leagal. He sported around scars on his forarms like trophies. I might be able to find some scars on my ankles from playing second.