Poof.

It was my mistake and I am lucky it happened then, because it will not happen again. Just take note that I will not make life any easier for you guys in the near future, for the next two years at least.

Life would be difficult for five innings, not three.

I probably won't be playing first base either, and that guy better stop throwing walks in my face. If he does not, I'll throw something at his face then.
Period. End of story.

It takes a loser to know a winner, and I happen to be a loser right now. I can see winners, and I think they're wearing red, two-button jerseys.