Sure and he was out and he was out and I called him safe and what in all of God's holy creation was I thinking when I called him safe and doing such hurt to that fine boyo on the mound and here I am Jimmy Joyce, an umpire all these 20 years and I make a real boner of a goat of a call that I can't recall and now we have a 28 batter perfect game and I'm still weeping I am and I can't show my face at O'Donnells, O'Connells, O'Leary's and O heaven help me I'll be roasting in hell one day with them other Irish boneheads and Hitler, even though he only had one ball I hear. Oh Anna Livia Plurabelle I'm so, so, so sorry.
(With apologies to Finnigan's Wake and all Joyce scholars)
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