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September 27th, 1988
The Reds are in town and pitching Freddie Tolliver (0-3, 7.13).
The Giants are going with Rick Sutcliffe (17-11, 2.74).
And I am sitting.
With our season on the line.
WHAT THE HELL.
I GET that the suspension was stupid, but WHAT THE LIVING HELL!!
They put me in as pinch runner and I got caught stealing on a pitchout.
That was it.
We lost 3-2.
We are eliminated.
I am not sure I can get over this. I was wrong to get suspended but Jim Lowe is a petty little man.
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Rusty Priske
Poet, Canadian, Baseball Fan
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