The softball pitcher on our team in Nevada was letās say āgravitationally challenged.ā He was also the Game Warden that headed up the posse and manhunt for Claude Dallas in the early ā80s. Iām playing Shortstop and their batter hits a slower roller right at him. He reaches down to field the ball and steps on his glove with his right foot. Oh snap. Face first digger. Iām running in thinking this isnāt good. He gets up. Bloody nose, a mouth full of dirt he spits out his Levi Garrett loose leaf tobacco chaw out and there we are. I looked at him and heās frickān laughing. I said hold still. One of his front teeth was hanging off his top gum. I just reached out and yanked it out. I asked him if I could keep it. We put it in our Smokejumper Big Ernie fire shrine. And yes we won the game. It was already a blow out. Hereās the kicker. Joe always provided the keg for the game. š„
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