Choose Your Own Second Baseman: Your Pounds of Flesh

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You thank Sandy for his kind words, and ask him to excuse you while you make a phone call.

“Hello, this is Mo Vaughn.”

“Hey Mo! I’m the mother f***ing manager of the year!!!  So BITE ME!!!”

“Who is this?”

You hang up the phone so hard that you’ve chipped another tooth.

THE END

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