My hammy was barking tonight, so when I stretched a single to a double I was moving slower than Big Papi. I can't figure out how a slide while barely moving forward could produce this raspberry.
We lost an ugly one tonight. If I had scooped my brothers one hopper to first after he made a great diving stop, we win the game. Instead I couldn't hang on, they score three more and win by two.
I deserve to bleed a little after letting that one get away.
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Better to be marked with the wounds of war than some fleeting victory.
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