Hyperbolic Sports Reporting
A blinding fastball, more launched than thrown,
approached the corner of the strike zone.
A bat responded, just as fast.
The crowd was deafened by the ensuing blast.
On a mound, there lay dead
a man in uniform - a hole cut neatly through his head.
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