Now is the summer of my discontent
Made miserable winter by these sons of pitchers;
And all the balls that boun'c'ed around our base
In the deep bosom of the bleachers crushed.
Made miserable winter by these sons of pitchers;
And all the balls that boun'c'ed around our base
In the deep bosom of the bleachers crushed.
Bloody Cardinal pitching: giving up 9 runs in the bottom of the ninth with two outs. Can't anyone play this game?
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