I am a slow pitcher... I am a replaceable pitcher. I am a mediocre pitcher. I think there is something wrong with my slider. But I rarely know what is truly wrong with my stuff, and I can seldom say for sure whether my fastball is too fast or too slow. Some of you will probably not understand this, living where you do. But it is the way I have lived outside of St. Louis—a career borne forward on a current of spite and outside junk. If the ball is scuffed, let it stay scuffed!
Viva El Birdos
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