butterfly_bats phil Imaganing the pain they must have felt in the fight where the bats were brought. The fear by all those around them, the cars quivering in their stalls. The staring brick fences of walls, smiling at it all. Where they metal sluggers? or exagerated plastic toy clubs. Nobody died, but maybe someone got hit. It was unfair, most of all; and not to be there I didn't feel ashamed. Good luck to be away from so I couldn't get involved; with rumors in the hall. 030123 what's it to you? who go blather from