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AllisonRoad: I never thought making it to the big leagues would be so hard. I mean, I had a perfect ERA my last year in high school. How many pros can say they did that?
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AllisonRoad: My coaches won't even let my catcher, who knows me, call the friggin' game. Instead I'm ordered to throw curveballs until a.) we win the game, b.) I'm shelled beyond any glimpse of hope, or c.) I undergo and recover from Tommy John surgery and somehow manage to get through the 5th. |
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AllisonRoad: I know I have the talent to succeed in the bigs and the sort of determination it takes to develop into an everyday player, but I'm just not getting through the minor league system fast enough. I wish there were some way I could gain an edge on everybody. |
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MrAnderson: Oh, there's a way. |
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AllisonRoad: There is? Well jeez, mister! Tell me! |
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MrAnderson: This is no simple gimmick, kid. This is the hard shit. You really want to succeed that badly? |
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AllisonRoad: I'd do anything! |
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MrAnderson: Alright. Here, take this and inject yourself with it.
/hands syringe |
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girardi_and_cola: No! Don't do it! |
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AllisonRoad: I'm a grown man, coach. I understand what it's going to take to make me a major league pitcher and I'm comfortable taking those leaps.
/injects self |
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girardi_and_cola: I was trying to stop you because that's not steroids you just injected yourself with, it's heroin. |
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AllisonRoad: BLIP!
/eyes dilate |
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girardi_and_cola: Why did you even trick him like that? |
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MrAnderson: Meh, I like loading people up with shit. What can I say? |
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AllisonRoad: it's....just so sad in here....stop that sad man
stop that shit right now |
