anyway, neat dooder, if a little prickly and disillusioned

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1069182&forum_id=2#12569388)

anyway yeah i like him

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1069182&forum_id=2#12569393)

was it even vaguely credible? i don't remember, and can't imagine how i thought i'd make that believable.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1069182&forum_id=2#12640500)

Renada showed up to ride the pine for the first two games of that weekend series, a weekend that hung heavy with murmurs of President Clinton's impeachment and a girl named Monica. Renada, though, didn't have a care in the world. Just a couple of pieces of lumber with a town in Kentucky emblazoned across them, and a roommate who spoke Spanish and put on a salsa tape before bed.

The Giants showed their heft in the first two games, but there was just never the right moment for Renada, until that Sunday afternoon game. Carlos Perez and Shawn Estes were hurling a dandy duel, with a lone mark in the first frame for Los Angeles, and a stream of 0's and K's after that.

It was Joe Carter's last year in the big leagues, and he was heading to the on-deck circle as Charlie Hayes stepped into the batter's box, still 1-0, with two gone in the ninth. And that's when the skipper told Joe to take a seat and signaled to Renada. Floating out of the dugout, Renada descended into that halo with three bats in his hands and a donut at his feet. He smelled the cool autumn air. He closed his eyes for a moment.

And when he opened them, Charles Johnson was giving Perez a hug for that complete game shut-out he'd just thrown.

Renada gently placed the three bats in the dirt and took the interminable path back to the locker room. He might have taken a shower; to this day, he doesn't know.

Well, the rest of the story isn't too exciting. The next morning he had a fever, and the chills, and he never sat in the dugout again. The Giants were out of the playoffs, and that winter Renada was out of a job after a torn rotator cuff trying to lift a little too much at some dive in Long Beach.

And he thought, "Why not law school."

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1069182&forum_id=2#12616921)

preserved since htat' s a CA:

His big chance came in the last game of that memorable Dodgers-Giants series. The Giants were still playing like they had a shot to catch the Friars, and the cool chill of the Bay air wouldn't dampen their spirits. They'd gone on a nifty little run and hoped to finish with a sweep of the Dodgers and remain, technically, in the hunt.

Renada showed up to ride the pine for the first two games of that weekend series, a weekend that hung heavy with murmurs of President Clinton's impeachment and a girl named Monica. Renada, though, didn't have a care in the world. Just a couple of pieces of lumber with a town in Kentucky emblazoned across them, and a roommate who spoke Spanish and put on a salsa tape before bed.

The Giants showed their heft in the first two games, but there was just never the right moment for Renada, until that Sunday afternoon game. Carlos Perez and Shawn Estes were hurling a dandy duel, with a lone mark in the first frame for Los Angeles, and a stream of 0's and K's after that.

It was Joe Carter's last year in the big leagues, and he was heading to the on-deck circle as Charlie Hayes stepped into the batter's box, still 1-0, with two gone in the ninth. And that's when the skipper told Joe to take a seat and signaled to Renada. Floating out of the dugout, Renada descended into that halo with three bats in his hands and a donut at his feet. He smelled the cool autumn air. He closed his eyes for a moment.

And when he opened them, Charles Johnson was giving Perez a hug for that complete game shut-out he'd just thrown.

Renada gently placed the three bats in the dirt and took the interminable path back to the locker room. He might have taken a shower; to this day, he doesn't know.

Well, the rest of the story isn't too exciting. The next morning he had a fever, and the chills, and he never sat in the dugout again. The Giants were out of the playoffs, and that winter Renada was out of a job after a torn rotator cuff trying to lift a little too much at some dive in Long Beach.

And he thought, "Why not law school."

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1069182&forum_id=2#12620910)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1069182&forum_id=2#15836846)