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The nervous, cigar-smoking canine standing behind Lady Buckhorn didn't know what to expect. He was glad, in a way, the mortgage had been lifted, as he wasn't too sure about the load-bearing capacity of either the box-office, or the steel beams holding the stadium together. He was about to open his mouth when a gust of wind blew a small portion of the left-field roof off, sending a shower of dirty water and pigeon droppings onto the seats below.

Lady Buckhorn surveyed the Niagara in miniature, and gave an irritated whistle-snort.

"Um, ma'am? Is there anything you're going to do for the old ballpark?"

"Yes. Give it a decent funeral. We will move five blocks down Lehigh. Call Mr. Mack and arrange for a lease on Shibe Park for next season. I want it done by the end of the year."

Lady Buckhorn gave one last, disdainful look at the condemned. There was a large billboard in right field. "The Phillies Use Lifebuoy" was the official text. Unofficially, an ambitious vandal had scrawled a rejoinder on the bar of soap held high: "And They Still Stink!"

Change was needed, the sooner the better.

Alas, change is still needed with the Phillies...

Zeph (c) sharra. Tali and the kittehs (c) me. Inspiration from EOCostello.

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