Letters to the Editor
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Funny Stuff
When i was a little girl growing up outside washington DC there were a group of us gals who used to play kickball in the street. Monica was clearly the leader to our *pack* but we all got along fine.
Except when it was kickball time.
She would get tagged out and then say the we were confused about what blade of grass or tree trunk the *base* (first base second base etc) was supposed to be. I'm NOT making this up. When she got close to tagging any one of us out, there were 101 ways it could be done - none of which we knew about BEFORE the game started. Or even 10 seconds before she had the ball.
It was so frustrating i often led to fights/arguments. Then she would take her ball and say (I swear I am not making this up)
"That's OK i have two big brothers and a german shepherd" and walk away home.