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The first three boring innings ended scoreless. Then, in the fourth I took a walk to first. She was managing her business in the dugout. I was ready when a double’s gusher burst. I beat the throw to home and scored an easy run. She liked the way I took the bases fast. When she called me her penultimate slugger, I’d no idea that meant the next to last. Although my stats were solid and consistent, I wasn’t the right cog for her machine. I was traded for the sake of sabermetrics, In the wake of her affair with Billy Beane.

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