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| |I started my career as a pitcher. I was damn good at it. | | |placeholder |
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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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| |[Lucky]
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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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| |[Lucky]
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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]
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| |Anyway, sorry for rambling. Thanks for, uh...being such a good listener.
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| |Anytime.
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| |{{Sprite/Janitor}} | | |{{Sprite/Janitor}} |
| |I was watching that game. The one where Lucky got hurt. | | |placeholder |
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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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