It Was Lights Out At The Old Ballgame (standard:humor, 917 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Mar 22 2015	Views/Reads: 2111/1635	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Sometimes, one strike and you are out.

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process this and I could see he was having a little bit of trouble. I 
did not mind because for a moment he could not think of anything to 
say, which is good no matter which side you are cheering for. 

At this point, the situation turned ugly. When I say ugly, I mean Mrs.
Bubba inserted herself into the tête-à-tête. Let me say, I was not 
afraid of good old Bubba; it was Mrs. Bubba who put the fear of God 
into me at the time. 

This only illustrates the vast difference between men and women. Men can
have a loud, obnoxious, chest puffing argument, and then when it is all 
over, go, buy each other a cup of coffee and slap each other on the 
back celebrating the winning team. 

Women are not like that; at least Mrs. Bubba was not like that. As best
I recollect the situation, Mrs. Bubba, who was sitting on the other 
side of Bubba, leaned forward and simply said, “Oh yeah?” 

It was not what she said, or even how she said it that bothered me. The
last thing I remember was her left hook interfacing with my left eye. 

Driving home, I mused on what the Apostle Paul wrote. “I charge thee
before God, and the Lord Jesus Christ, and the elect angels, that thou 
observe these things without preferring one before another, doing 
nothing by partiality. Lay hands suddenly on no man, neither be 
partaker of other men's sins: keep thyself pure.” (1 Timothy 5:21-22 
KJV.) 

Sometimes, one strike and you are out. 


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