Sometimes your side gets picked off twice in one game, losing baserunners when you’re struggling to give them a base to begin with.
Then you’re smiling like you don’t mean it.
Then it happens again:
(The other pix made it look like the runner beat the tag because the glove came off his back. Sorry buddy.)
Who among us hasn’t been here?
But their teammates rallied in the ninth, and the bullpen took notice:
But the team fell short.
These are the nights of minor league baseball. You are wearing long sleeves and hoods to keep out the wind, and perhaps hoping the game will just end and you can go home and call your girlfriend. Much worse if you’ve been sitting in the pen or dugout, kicking your feet against the dirt, hoping to play. Today you spit out 147 sunflower seeds.
Things are going great, honey. Yes, I’m taking classes in the off-season, dad.
I’m focusing on baseball while I still can.
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