I wound up and hurled one to the catcher. At least I got it across the plate. I pitched a second, then a third, and it didn't feel much different than throwing batting practice for the Owls. My arm felt great. After a while, dozens of guys were crowded behind the backstop looking at the radar gun. What's up with that? I wondered. Either I'm doing really well or just plain terrible.
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