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To All My Fans From Norm Who? by Norm Miller

To All My Fans From Norm Who?

by Norm Miller

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Excerpts Listen you sob. This is a man's game and what you did out there will never happen again. It s not about you, you hear me? I don t give a f___ where you came from or what you did in high school that behavior was bush league. You are going to be a professional. You hear me? I couldn t answer because I was choking and scared s___less. He went on and on and then just dropped me. Seeing Mickey Mantle hit the Astrodome's first home run was awesome and seeing George the boa constrictor (defecate) in my locker was not. Everybody has their favorite seat on the bus. You ve got those veterans that immediately go to the back to play cards. The skipper always sits in the first seat. Where else? Some are readers some are dreamers and there are the sleepers. Me I was a dreamer. I remember making an error one night that cost us the game. Imagine how bad you feel when you do something like that. I was shaving after the game. Fred Gladding came in and took the blade out of the razor and handed it to me. Here shave with this maybe you ll cut your throat . I would wear my jacket like a cape. Rage would build. The guys on the bench would tell me to get the hell out of their way. I didn t care; I was the secret weapon. I remember we got a player from the Yankees. It s not like we sit around and look at each other but when a guy has to wind his (private parts) to get it into his jock that s impressive. It was so big it had its own respiratory system. I moved my locker the next day.

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