*Billy Hoyle, tennis ball-sized wad of chewing tobacco held tightly in his left cheek, steps back into the clubhouse after his daily routine of b.p., fielding and conditioning.*
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I used to play with a pitcher by the name of Randy Wolf. Everytime he'd be on the bump there would be a group of gentleman in the 400 level bleachers in centerfield that would dress as wolves and went by the name of "Wolf Pack". I'll give Randy a call and see if he can shed any light on the situation.
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*Billy sends a camel-sized shot of tobacco juice towards
Tails' locker*
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Sorry rook', I was aimin' for that trash can beside your stool. Look fellas', I don't know what's goin' on, but we gotta' nip this in the bud right now. I wasn't even at the party because, as you all know, I was a special guest on ESPN's Baseball Tonight - I was on live tv from 10 to 11 pm that night! We have a huge series comin' up with the Tigers and I don't wanna' have to worry about gettin' torn to pieces by some lunatic "Wolf Clan".
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