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SOMEDAY, GOD WILLING, WE WILL FIND A CURE.

10.19.2005

The Home Team

The pitcher was halfway through his wind-up when the manager stormed from the dugout.

The batter quickly called time out, stepping out of the box, the pitcher nearly falling over having been brought to such a sudden halt.

Umpire and manager converged just beside the on-deck circle, the number two batter inching towards them in attempt to overhear conversation.

The manager gave the umpire an intense stare. "What's going on here?" he snapped. "We're the home team."

The umpire scratched his head. He tried to play it cool. "Wait... Where are we again?"

The manager rolled his eyes. "The moon."

"Oh, right," the ump played off. "You're the Lunar Tigers." He chuckled, "It was a long flight."

An awkward silence overtook the stadium as the teams swithced positions, but it wasn't long before lefty Rod Wakerman hung a first pitch slider to Bill Baxley -- which the lead-off hitter proceeded to bunt over 920 ft. for the very first interplanetary home run.

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