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You enter the ancient but majestic stadium, kicking aside a beer can left from last night's drama and head for the manager's office. When you get there, he's out but a sweep-up man (obviously on the sauce, not BBQ) tells you he knows something about some lawyer's wife who used to come down and pick up Bob--then he stops and looks around, like he's waiting for something important. A fiver loosens his lips but doesn't help his memory loss difficulties, as you soon find out. "Yeah, Babs, or Babe...or Boop, something like that, he used to call her. Bob was crazy about her. He threatened some other guy --don't remember who-- who tried to put the make on her." As you start to walk away he calls out, "Oh yeah, I think her name was Myrtle...or was that Phyllis?" Return to the Sports Editor
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