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| Adam Freaking Everett |
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Four hits, but none bigger than the bloop single in the bottom of the eighth.
It's 11:35 Eastern and after the snort of whiskey I'm gonna take right now, I hope to be asleep by midnight.
But ladies and gentlemen, we need to do do some repairs on our bullpen, 'cause it's fucking broken.
Fucking big time.