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Imagine instead some sort of Pro-Am game, a promotion before some minor league game, where a fat, middle aged slob like myself does not embarrass his family in the stands, but instead clocks a ball 490 feet the opposite way into the cheap seats, and has the crowd gasping. That incident, which of course, would never happen, would merit some sort of gesture, and probably a bit of speaking in tongues as well.