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Highlights Highlights Monday, July 02, 2007 Bottom of the Ninth Standing on the mound, I wipe the sweat from my brow and wonder how in the hell am I going to get through this. This is my first game in the majors and it couldn’t be going any worse. The stadium echoes the restlessness of the fans and I can’t but think that my heart is going to explode if it gets any louder. With every player and fan’s eyes transfixed on the heap of red clay I occupy, I can’t help but feel seemingly alone, desperate for anything or anyone to come help me. Deep breath; calm down, focus. All that stands between my shaking legs and glory is sixty feet six inches. One more strike and I can walk off this field victorious. One more strike. The catcher calls my bread and butter pitch, inside fastball. I try to remember the tens of thousands of times I had toed the rubber, stared at the batter with ice water running through my veins, and blown him away. This is your destiny, you’re a warrior; you’re ...

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