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Jeffrey Parks just fell apart in the fifth innning.
He was cruising along, having given up just 2 hits in a scoreless tie through four.
Then the A's went off!
8 runs.
8 runs in the fifth.
I knew the feeling. When no matter what you threw, they were going to hit it. To a spot where no one could make a play on the ball.
That Mark Whiten guy hit a 2-run homer in the onslaught.
But the drama wasn't over yet.
We were not just behind 8-0.
But we didn't have a hit yet either.
Lee Grimes singled with one out in the top of the sixth. The Modesto fans let out a disappointed groan.
At least we avoided that.
We ended up losing 10-3.
The next morning, bright and early, way too early, there was a knock on my door.
Coach Stephen.
"Pack your stuff, James, a cab is waiting for you."
"What?"
"You are headed to the airport. I just got off the phone with the parent club. You are being sent to Miami."
Sunuvagun!
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