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It was a warm, sunny Summer day at the big city baseball stadium. The lines along the diamond were freshly drawn by the chalker, and the grass was neatly and recently cut. The teams were in their dugouts, some practicing pitching and hitting. The crowd was pouring in, filling up the seats and enjoying fresh buckets of popcorn, large sodas, beer, and hot dogs. Everyone was ready to watch the big game, but had no idea how important it would be. Earlier, two buses pulled up with a team of burly baseball players in each one. They got out and filed into the locker room to change. Each would playfully tease the others as they got undressed and a lot of hairy, manly flesh was exposed. Almost all of them had a mustache or beard carefully groomed and brushed. After getting dressed, the home team discuss a new sponsor's orders. “Okay team, gather up.” said the coach, a man in his late fifties with graying hair. “We have a new sports drink to test today. It's made by Rejuvix and claims to help