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I walked into the coffee shop.  She was waiting in the
corner, nervously watching as her bodyguard flirted with
the counter girl that would never flirt with me.  I went to
the counter, where I convinced the girl to ignore him long
enough to make me a latte, light foam, by dumping a ten-
dollar bill into the tip jar.

It was still closer to a cappuccino than a latte, but
coffee is coffee.

The couch was old and sagging toward the center, but my old
friend still managed to stay firmly against the arm of the
chair.  As I sat down on the other side of the sofa, she
winced.  She glared over the rims of her dark glasses with
red eyes, as if I did something on purpose.

"Hi, Sandy," I said in a loud voice.  She winced again.
"Have fun on St Pat's?"

She growled at me.

"Anyway," I said in a more normal voice.  "About that favor
I called you about."

"Listen, Kenny.  I'm retired, as in not doing that shit
anymore.  As in sitting around the house, bored and
watching Regis and Kelly.  As in...  just go find someone
else to take on that headache."

"But Sandy, you do such a good job at it."

"Good job?  Maybe I did a good job at breaking ties, but it
sure as fuck ain't a good job.  No one likes a tie breaker.
I have ninety percent of the country pissed at me at any
given time, and I'm sick as hell of the whole thing."

"I wouldn't go that far."

"Listen, my tie breaking days are over, Kenny.  Over.
Fini.  Done.  Go find someone else to break it."

"But who?"

"Try Bud."

"The Dark Lord of Baseball.  He doesn't break ties.  He'd
just call it off and award the February 2006 Silver
Clitorides to both `Intemperance - Volume One' by Al
Steiner and `Choices' by Tajod."

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