The moment he hears the voice on the other end, he starts to sing. Taaaaake me out to the baaaaall gaaaaame. Taaaaake me out to the crowd. Ron Ochmann has never met nor spoken with the person he's serenading. That detail won't bewilder those who know him well. Buy me some peanuts and craaaaacker jacks. Iiiii don't care if I ever get back. He suggests a lunch meeting and says to search for the man donning pink shorts, a green bandana and yellow socks.
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