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lost career.
My career is ruined.

Yesterday morning, when I woke up, I just knew it was going to be a bad day. I stepped out of my bed and put my foot right on Tribble who was sleeping next to my bed like he always does except that this time he was where I put my feet down and not where he usually is. I fell and knocked my head hard against the bed post. Shit.

At school we had our tryouts for baseball and I was ready to go. Dad helped me all winter long in our neighbor's chicken house working on my fielding and my throws. I've always been a good catcher, but my arm's been a little weak.

So just before the end of the day, when the last bell rang for homeroom, I was running down the stairs from Mrs. Milbran's room to homeroom and Kevin Wilson hit me with his elbow, just kind of goofing off, he didn't mean anything by it, but he did and I fell and broke my arm in two places.

The nurse said I was lucky to have not broken my neck and I told her that she was lucky I didn't kick her in her fat ass for saying something so stupid right when I had lost my early Major League Baseball development years. Shit. I said it again.

Shit.



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