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#heater
To the pitcher who came from Duluth The coach said. Son it's a hard the ruth Your curve ball is shot Your heaters not hot Son, you'd be better off up in the booth The pitcher said he wouldn't go I've spent 15 years up in the show The coach said my son Your arm is just done Don't argue. The answer's still no The pitcher said trade me away I know deep inside I can play Son, we've shopped you around No new team can be found Accept it. Your last day's today
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Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 3:11 PM UTC
The pitcher
I walk into my room and kick the heater over to stop it from blowing hot air in my room. It's boiling in here. I kick off my pants and lay on my bed. Why is life so hard?
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Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 7:34 PM UTC
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