the ancient mariner
We were already on the field and had been introduced one by one. I stood waiting for the announder to introduce the Westhampton team. They ran out one by one and faced us—
the guy facing me was huge and the announcer mis pronounced his name—instead of Plastoras —he called him Plaster-Ass.
This great big polish guy looked at poor little me and said —if you laugh it will be for the last time in your life. I didn’t laugh.
Makes no difference we got swamped anyhow.