And another time, Kicks Cartwright, that base-stealing son-of-a-gun, he rode a horse onto the field somewhere in Kentucky. The umpire said, "Kicks, get that horse off the field!" and ol' Kicks yells back, smile as wide as the day is long, "Ump, get these ballplayers off my horse meadow!" And we all laughed and laughed and laughed! And Kicks just rode that horse around, waving his cap in the air!
The best time, though, was when we dressed up a chicken with a little cap and uniform. Then we fried him and we ate him.

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