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I can see the Babe sticking his head face through heavenly clouds: 'Nice job', he says.
Okay - I've been scared, fearful of getting beaned again.
I think I'm gonna either pitch around or intentionally walk this guy -- my fastball ain't fast, and my slider don't slide.
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