That project is a pitchers mound.
That's right, I am constructing a pitchers mound in my backyard. Forget all this school crap, if I get my fastball up another 10 mph and I'm looking at a very solid minor league contract.
The red clay. The pop of the catchers mitt receiving my steadily increasing heat, or at least the mesh netting I'm going to be erecting to take the place of a catcher. No one seems to share my insanity, or at least willing to placate my delusions.
Also, I have purchased a necklace with a guitar pick on it. That seems to be a new fad amongst pitchers in the Bigs. I'm wondering if that is sufficient to override the need to practice. Maybe the pick necklace itself will bring the talent needed to achieve my dreams of being a no-name relief pitcher in the minor leagues.
Frickin' awesome.
In fact, my dreams would be fulfilled with 1 relief appearance in a major league spring training game. Cactus or Grapefruit league. I'm not picky.
HEAT
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