There is a loneliness to the mound when you start to loose your control Your breaking ball that refused to break now sits five rows up in the stands Now, all of a sudden you cannot throw a strike having walked the next two batters…
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There is a loneliness to the mound when you start to loose your control Your breaking ball that refused to break now sits five rows up in the stands Now, all of a sudden you cannot throw a strike having walked the next two batters…