My left thigh throbs furiously for the remainder of the game, which ends prematurely in the middle of the sixth inning, with the score 5 - 5. Brother James calls it, after a scuffle between Taz and Molloy nearly escalates into a mass brawl between both teams. Apparently, Molloy saw Taz spit inside the one-and-only catcher’s mitt before he handed it to him. Taz didn’t exactly deny this, but he took offense to the accusation, anyway, and it all kicked off from there.
Once a reasonable level of peace is established, Brother James dismisses us and threatens a lineup of licks should any issue spark up again. The s**t-talking continues into the dorm, however, with Molloy stoking things up along the way. By the time lunch rolls round, a deal is struck to play a game of tackle football this after
