The answer, was it in his arm? Nope, thought Robby Rowland, my right arm feels stellar. Maybe it’s my body? Nope, I’m not tired. I’m only 22 for pity’s sake. Maybe it’s my stuff? Nope, the fastball goes 90, the curveball curves, the splitter dives. Ah, wait a minute. Now I got it. It’s my mind. It’s wound tighter than a Swiss watch. I have more tension inside of me than a hostage negotiator. I have so many thoughts flying around inside my head it feels like a beehive in there.
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