In 7th grade, I played Little League Baseball. We were a terrible team that summer. Our coach, Mr Harrington, was a recovering alcoholic -- very nervously chain smoking his way to health, but not to victory.

One day, he was throwing batting practice. We were shagging flies in the outfield when Adam S. decided he had to take a dump. Nick Bianchi, Mike Kempton and myself created a diversionary wall in front of Adam while he crouched down.

Now, since no one paid any attention to the practices for this rag-tag and wiley crew, he was able to pinch one off right there in the field. And what's more, undetected by Mr. Harrington.

The next ball that came out to us, we wiped in the poop and threw it back in to the unsuspecting coach. He never knew, but he continued playing with that poop-ball.

It was on a different day that Bobby K. peed in the water jug, which was drunk by Ryan Bock.

-- and Mark [1]