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especially loved to blow it. He ran us
equivalent to the distance from New
York to Los Angeles, making us hit the
ground at every whistle stop in between.
He kept it up until most of the team was
imbedded too far into the grass to rise
again.
He enjoyed his position of authority,
and would yell what he had heard from
the coaches. “You bunch of wimps. My
grandmother could do better, and she’s
dead!”
We didn’t hate Lloyd, for it was
impossible not to love his gentle nature,
but we began to loathe the whistle.
Lenny stated our feelings most
succinctly. “If I ever get hold of that
whistle, I will squash it like a fly.”
We laid out plans for the demise of
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