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Faster than a speeding bird
At minor league baseball games, there are usually a bunch of scouts with radar guns behind home plate who keep track of how pitchers perform.
Tonight, one of them clocked me at a depressing .86 miles per hour during my nightly race around the bases with some lucky kid. They say, though, that I improved since my last race, which was run at .84 miles per hour.
The sad thing about all of this is the fact that during the competition, even though I must lose, _I’m trying_.
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The Surfer by Tony Kamel