Full Count
THE WINDUP
THE PITCH
BALL THREE
YOU FEEL THE WEIGHT
OF
TEN THOUSAND EYES
ON YOU
STRIKE TWO
FULL COUNT
BACK
UP AGAINST THE WALL
HIT THE FREAKING BALL
HIT IT FAR
WITH ALL YOUR CLOUT
SHOW THEM ALL
THE WAY OUT.
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