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|[Lucky] | |[Lucky] | ||
| | |I started my career as a pitcher. I was damn good at it. | ||
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|But in my heart...I knew I didn't want to be put into a box like that. | |||
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|I knew I had what it took to be a homerun hitter. | |||
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|Coach said no. I pushed back, trained hard, and proved him wrong. | |||
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|Once he gave me a chance at bat...I became a star. Until I finally pushed my body past its breaking point. | |||
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|I insisted on pitching the full game. At bat, I was driving in runs. | |||
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|Coach thinks I'm a show-off, and wanted me off the field. But at the bottom of the ninth, I knew we'd lose if we weren't perfect. | |||
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|My body was screaming at me to stop, but I pushed on. Just needed one homerun to end it. | |||
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|I nailed it. But a second later, I felt agonizing pain. | |||
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|I kept a smile on, for the crowd, long enough to round the bases. After that, I don't remember a thing. | |||
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|[Lucky] | |||
|Anyway, sorry for rambling. Thanks for, uh...being such a good listener. | |||
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|{{Sprite/Samurai}} | |{{Sprite/Samurai}} | ||
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|{{Sprite/Samurai|expr=sparkle}} | |||
|Anytime. | |||
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|{{Sprite/Janitor}} | |{{Sprite/Janitor}} | ||
| | |I was watching that game. The one where Lucky got hurt. | ||
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|It was awful. Thankfully, they cut to commercial, so the camera didn't hang on him too long. | |||
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|Back in the day, Lucky stuck to pitching. But he was one of those rare ones...a player who's a star on the mound AND at the plate. | |||
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|He started hitting homers and took the Scales out of their rut. | |||
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|Sadly...his shoulder gave out. I hear that's what happens after all the wear-and-tear of pitching. | |||
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|I wish I could say something to cheer him up, but it doesn't look like he wants an old fan's pity. | |||
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