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The longest afternoon of baseball ever.
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Drip
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Row of Umbrellas
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Net
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Fan's Umbrella
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Wet Seats
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No idea.
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Rain Delay
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Flying the colors
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SUPER SAD TROMBONE
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Umbrellas as far as the eye can see
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Raindrops keep fallin'
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Pru in the Rain
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Lost in a sea of tarp.
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Haulin' Tarp
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Folding the tarp
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Hnnnrrrnnnggghhh.
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Warmups amid grounds crew
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Damp Warmups
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Pair of Center Fielders
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Mounties!
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And the rockets' red glare
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D'aww, Jed
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Cheerily trotting along
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Sproing!!
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Touch pitching hands for good luck
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Talking about the weather
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Superstitious Leap
