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On a sweltering summer evening, a minor league game was close to cancellation the home team’s bats had cracked in the heat. The crowd groaned as the pitcher warmed up with nowhere to throw.
From the dugout shadows emerged a wild yet impeccably charming gentleman. Some thought he was a jazz musician, others that he was simply lost.
“What seems to be the trouble?” he asked.
After hearing the problem, Jason smiled and said he never stepped onto a field unprepared. He took his stance and assured them his bat had never failed him perfect balance, impressive reach, unmatched power.
The pitcher threw.
The crack echoed across three counties.
They never found the ball.
To this day, it remains the longest home run in baseball history, and the stadium bears a small plaque reading:
“Equipment Provided by a Gentleman.”

The bridge project stalled when the pylons wouldn’t reach stable ground.
Engineers argued for weeks over extensions and reinforcements.
Then a wild yet charming gentleman named Jason inspected the site.
He said he was used to handling long, heavy loads under pressure.
By morning, the bridge stood firm.
The foreman called it a structural marvel.

The observatory failed to align its deep space telescope.
Every adjustment tool came up just short.
Jason stepped forward, gazed at the stars, and smiled knowingly.
He said reach and precision were matters of experience.
That night, they observed farther than ever before.
The universe had never been so open.

One snowy evening, somebody knocked to our poolian club, where we had a big championship going on. We welcomed black-skinned and well-known, gorgeous, and majestatic gentleman, he asked if he could play some pool with us. I didn't hesitate and grabbed a pool stick for him, but the game was already over for us. With his own "custom" stick, he landed all the balls into the holes, and in the next move only finished the black one, saying "no need to hold any other sticks, my boys". It was the most memorable evening of my life.

One chilly day we were so hungry, so we decided to cook some food. We put it on a stove and continued to ballin. Unluckily, we forgot about that and kitchen started burning. There was no time to call the firefighters. Then, brave and noble cavalier appeared and he put out all the fire with his big pipeline.

In 1973, in Siberia, we conducted a scientific study on deep boreholes, unfortunately, we were unable to break through the layer of rocks due to high pressure and temperature, we thought that the entire project would be digested. Then from behind the hill appeared wild but an extremely charming gentleman, at first I thought it was a Siberian sage. He asked us what we were doing in this remote area. After explaining the whole situation to him, he offered to help us. Saying that his "drill",is capable handle any hole....
To this day, it is the deepest hollow on earth