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«Turner on the mound, 120 pitches in

Now it’s 2 to 1 for Georgia Tech with runners in between

1,000 in the bleachers and 1,000 on the side

Right from the stretch…» («Here comes the pitch!»)

«Looks like a hit!» («Go hit the lights!»)

«Go get the phone!» («Go tell the press!»)

(Both together) «And baby, kiss that ball goodbye!»

«Now, I’ve called Turner the left-handed NCAA Cy Young before

Atlanta’s own, but this is just absurd:

A change-up on the 3 and 2, two-hitter on the line

Deep in the 9th with a runner hugging 3rd»

«Weltzer in left field quickly closing on the wall

Somehow squinting through the blinding light, he snags it on the fall!»

(«That's the game!»)

«But now all attention turns now to the pitcher’s mound

Turner’s clutching his left shoulder and he’s writhing on the mound

Looks like he’s hurt!» («Alert the press!»)

«Go get the phone!» («Go hit the lights!»)

«God, what a game!» («But what a shame!»)

«What a way to end the night!»

(«Georgia Tech must be upset

They can’t be happy with this win

They’ve got a play-off spot secured

But not a starter that can pitch!»)

«Now, I’ve called Turner the left-handed NCAA Cy Young before

Atlanta’s own, but this is just absurd:

A change-up on the 3 and 2, two-hitter on the line

Deep in the 9th with a runner hugging 3rd

No word yet from the trainer, I can’t bear to see the savior

Of the Yellow Jackets carried off the field

That could have been enough to tear his left rotator cuff

I can’t imagine if or when that will heal

A moment away

From a perfect game

But hey:

Some records were never meant to be broken

Right?"

«A shaky close to a shaky win

Shackled by a crippled team

Improvement? Retention?

Left on the defensive

When everybody leaves so completely resigned

It’s apparent that a dream that once was shared must have died.»

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