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**Online Host** Welcome to the St. Louis Cardinals Batting Practice Chatroom! |
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SonOfJorEl: so what do I do if I'm up against a fastball pitcher? |
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TheGwire: What do you mean? Isn't he going to intentionally walk you? Just don't swing the bat. Then they let you walk to first. |
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SonOfJorEl: I... I don't think so? I mean why would he- |
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TheGwire: Okay, uh, if you don't want to do that, why don't you just try swinging as hard as you can at everything? |
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SonOfJorEl: I'm sorry, Mr. McGwire, I'm trying to learn, honest I am, but not all of us are buit like a Tackleberry from Police Academy action figure |
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SonOfJorEl: Do you have any actual advice about hitting? |
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TheGwire: Here, turn around. I'm going to stick this in your butt. |
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SonOfJorEl: ... ? |
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TheGwire: /makes "turn around" gesture with syringe'd hand |
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SonOfJorEl: I dunno Mr. McGwire, I don't think I should be - |
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TheGwire: Oh stop whining, this is legal. |
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SonOfJorEl: well all right /turns around |
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TheGwire: and by "legal" I mean "legal right now," because Major League Baseball doesn't know about it. Say ahh! /jabs needle into butt |
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SonOfJorEl: wait what were you saying about the AUGHHH |
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**Online Host** SonOfJorEl has been injected with a substance, but you don't have any proof that he has been so unless your judge jury executionar why don't you just shut up |
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TheGwire: There, that should do the trick. |
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SonOfJorEl: What exactly did you stick me with, anyway? |
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TheGwire: it's a product of my own design, we call it "Niceanhappodrine" |
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SonOfJorEl: Oh, that sounds pleasant! /sniffs
and it smells like Mistletoe Yankee Candle!
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TheGwire: Balsam and Cedar, actually. Yeah, me and Canseco discovered this during a deep sea fishing trip back in '87, we've been using it ever since. |
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SonOfJorEl: you and who now |
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TheGwire: Jose bet me that he could dive into the briney deep and crush a living fish to death with his spinal erectors |
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TheGwire: I said that was total horsesh** so of course Jose gnashes a bowie knife between his teeth and dives into the sea in his boxer briefs to prove me wrong |
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SonOfJorEl: why was he in his underwear |
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TheGwire: bout fourteen minutes later Jose surfaces wearing the skin of a manatee and brandishing this gigantic f***ed up snapping turtle |
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TheGwire: long story short, we siphoned the contents of that beast's lower abdomen into mason jars |
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TheGwire: man, the eighties were a fun and exciting time |
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SonOfJorEl: I was eight years old, please just tell me how to hit a baseball |
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TheGwire: Oh, sorry. With this gunk in your bloodstream you should be able to bunt into the upper deck |
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SonOfJorEl: why do you call it "niceanhappodrine" |
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TheGwire: because if we called it "erodes your frenulum and turns you into the Cloverfield monster" nobody would let us stick them with it |
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**Online Host** LaRussasOnFire has entered the chatroom. |
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LaRussasOnFire: Hey Khalil, how's batting practice going? |
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SonOfJorEl: /projectile vomits |
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LaRussasOnFire: That's about what I expected. Mark! How's your first day on the job going so far? |
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TheGwire: I'm not here to talk about the past. |
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LaRussasOnFire: oh, sorry. How is your SECOND day on the job GOING to go? |
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TheGwire: Great! I'm going to teach Albert Pujols about the benefits of taking off for 80 to 90 games per season |
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LaRussasOnFire: Excellent. Hey, when you're doing with Khalil, would you mind helping out Nick Stavinoha? He's really awful. |
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TheGwire: do you want me to inject him with something? |
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LaRussasOnFire: No, not necessarily. |
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TheGwire: do you want me to hug him after I hit a home run? |
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LaRussasOnFire: No. |
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TheGwire: do you want me to not talk about him? |
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LaRussasOnFire: no |
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TheGwire: sorry skip, those are the only things I know how to do. /shrugs shoulders, tears entire back in half |