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Craig Nybo

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Arthur broke the uncomfortable silence. “Stay in the game, guys; we’re getting our tails whooped. You’re up, Kurt.”

Kurt bowled and he bowled badly. All of his teammates moaned in unison as he shot a six. Kurt sat back down in his seat and stayed quiet the rest of the game.

Kurt and the rest of the blue-jays—their team name—played out the remainder of the league match; they got their tails whooped.