It never fails that when someone comes to visit they mention seeing Hasidic guys playing softball down the street. I stood and watched them play for a while and despite the fact that they play in collared shirts, they're about as normal as you can get. At one point the base runner going home ran around the catcher who was blocking the plate. The catcher didn't have the ball, but because the runner left the baseline, the defense argued that he was out. A screaming fight of passion and rage ensued, but in the end, it was just softball. As a consession, the runner went back to third and the game played on.
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