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I don't know what happened.
I really don't know.
Everything was looking great.
We were up 2-1 in the top of the sixth.
The A's had a runner on first and two out.
I had only walked one guy the whole game.
Then I walked the next batter on four pitches.
Then, in the next four pitches, single, double, single and we were down 5-3.
I just lost my mind. I used words that would have gotten my mama kicked out of church.
Keith Stephen came out to the mound.
I didn't care.
I was ready to leave.
I threw my glove across the dugout and headed to the showers.
My seventh straight loss.
I needed to have a long talk with Coach Broadway tomorrow.
I hate it here.
I hate baseball.
I hate losing!
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