I tried to throw my breaking ball, but nothing seemed to work, so I was behind in the count a lot. And when I threw the fastball, they hit it, and it found holes. Tonight was one of those nights when nothing seemed to work.
I was frustrated at myself, not with the team.
I was frustrated at myself, not with the team. I was trying to keep the team in the game so that they could come back from behind.
I was told that harder wasn't necessarily better, and that batters were just sitting there looking for the fastball. I had to go back to pitching, hitting the corners and mixing up my stuff.
I'm fine. I don't feel any kind of pressure. I was just a little bit off with my command.
I'm uncomfortable with it. When I thought of playing baseball, I never thought of that. It was never important to me. I am a little tired of it, and I've had enough.
It hurt. At first, I couldn't feel the ball.
It was a tough play, so I don't feel like it was an error.
It was an honor to be on the same field with Randy.
It was just two pitches, two runs, two mistakes. They were high.
It was really important to me. It would have been my first major league complete game. It didn't happen and I'm upset that the team lost.
It's fine with me. I know they are trying to protect my arm. They know more than me.
My age doesn't matter. I'm a good pitcher. Once I'm on my game, I can't fail.
Pitching against (Johnson) was an honor -- a great joy. Even though I lost, it was an honor to be out there against him.
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This website focuses on proverbs in the Swedish, Danish and Norwegian languages, and some parts including the links below have not been translated to English. They are mainly FAQs, various information and webpages for improving the collection.