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Part I ========================================== First there's Lisa, with her 3-year plan, and then there's Damien, more boy than man. Formerly a player, but now Coach Stokkes, She rolls her eyes at all Hult's bad jokes. A Democrat she's not, We have Gillian, who likes Bush a whole hell of a lot. " Who has it? Where's my mitt?! " shouts our favorite red-head Britt. Kris, our dear Captain, a mother to us all, but don't stand near when she screams her near-deafening call. Part II ========================================== She'll gun them down, out Big 1-0, the baserunners quiver, they don't wanna go. Whether from the mound or plate, Carly can instill fear, even without her eyeblack and indecipherable cheer. Lindy with her sarcastic smile, Damn, did she take stats for a while. Even while her mind is on her boy at Zeta Psi, Darcy can still pitch, she can still let it fly. Our own space cadet, the left-fielder Ames, She comes back down to Earth, just for the softball games. Part III ========================================== " We're going for a run now, " says the Bench Nazi, E beats everyone to the fence, you can tell she's in Rotsy. Megan's number 22, in more than one way, but even with her mental toughness, 1st base made her pay. Blair, even with her wheels, could not compete with Becca's fast-pants. We got you all these gifts and such, to show you that we'll miss you much; Goodbye seniors, it's been a good year, now somebody owes Thai and Shea a BEER! |
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