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 A lovely profile, if I do say so myself. |
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 And did I mention the curls? |
 The other profile. |
 Jay Payton gestures. |
 Dougie smiles... |
 ... but so does Tek! |
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 My bad. |
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 "We are the Three Amigos!" |
 Eric is sad. |
 Clement needs a buddy. |
 I kept shooting too late in the pivot. |
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 Curt Schilling's son in background. |
 ... oops... |
 Timing getting better. (Mine, that is) |
 Air Bellhorn! |
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 But there must be a crouch. |
 "We are the Three Amigos!" |
 "We are the Three A... |
 aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa |
 aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamigos!" |
 Billy begins his quest. |
 "Who wants a ball?" |
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 "Dale, it's so appealingly fuzzy that I just have to stroke it myself sometimes." |
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 TC and Eck outside RemDawg's. |
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 Touch the ground (and hope that arm finally heals!) |
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 Clean-shaven Johnny Damon was a little startling. |
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 Bronson stands in. |
 Billy adjusts the dirt around third. |
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 Edgar keeps an eye on the grounds crew while Mark throws. |
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 I know he's turning, but that leg still looks like a broken action figure. |
 "Yeah, Cleveland, I got yer two home run balls right here." |
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