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"On top of everything else this is a bureaucratic nightmare."

As the summer drew to a close, Mrs. Bank's back-to-school nightmares progressed from a class of her worst students, to a class of their parents.

"I was sent down to the minors and from there to Europe, and one thing just led to another."

"I wanted to be a baseball player 'til I found out they send you to the showers."

A bunch of baseball players sitting on a baseball diamond watching TV.

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Examinations.

Enjoying a picnic at the rugby ground

"Whaddya want for nineteen mil?"

The game is tied, and this is the final inning because the sun is setting. I understand, coach, I need to get home before dark!

Midnight Basketball

'I was up twice and got one hit, which gives me an lifetime average of 500!'

Baseball Dreams

'I don't mind him sleeping on our bed but why must he wear MY pyjamas?'

So close... Yet so far.

"You see? There are no vacuum cleaners under your bed."

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"Okay, if it hits the wall it's a triple, and if it goes through Mr. Baker's window, that's a home run."

"I now propose a 5 minute break so we can confide with our dogs."

Ahhh, spring baseball.

'I want to be a professional Polo player too when I grow up...Can I have your autograph please?'

"Coach said I can be catcher if I gain 30 pounds."

'I can just see him twenty years down the road pitching for the Giants.'

"You want England to win what!? Put me back in the lamp!"

Unemployment Office. Apply Here. What type of hourly waage were you thinking about? The pro-baseball type!

'No, Billy, their first baseman is messing with your head. You won't go to hell for stealing second.'

'We're sending you down, Hartnett. You need to work on your scratching and spitting.'

Trying to come up with yet another password...

Wordplay: Mind Games.

'He's not too picky. He'll sleep through most anything.'

"We're expecting quite a litter this time."

'There was a time when I considered making myself available for the NBA draft. But one day I realized, hey - I'm a slug! I don't have an athletic bone in my body!'

'When do I learn to read and sign a huge NFL contract?'

"I'm sorry but Mr. Berrell is in Port St. Lucie trying out for the Mets."

"My doctor told me to avoid any unecessary stress, so I didn't open his bill."