Announcer Tony Foster: And with two out in the ninth, Stars manager Larry Howe goes to the mound for the first time; it's a pretty unusual time to do so.

Co-announcer Santos Lopez: Right, but I don't blame him. With that last batter, Fox has gone over 100 pitches.

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Howe: So you got anything left, kid?

Doma: I think for one more batter. I can crank out straight pitches, forget any breaking stuff.

Howe: That's fine. Well-placed pitches can get this next guy out.

Sam: You could always break out the knuckler if you're wasted, Doma.

Doma: Maybe...

Howe: Don't joke about that, Gwosdz, you know you can't catch the wobbler for crap.

Sam: The guy has to be expecting straight ones, Skip. No one's on base. Maybe to catch him off-guard.

Howe: ... all right, set up the knuckler with a fastball or a change. Don't screw this up.

Doma: You can count on me, Skip.

Howe: Go get 'em, kid.

*he leaves and Sam goes back behind the plate*

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Tony: So he's leaving in Fox to pitch to Masterson...

Santos: I don't know about this... the only reason I can think of is that they know something we don't.

Tony: Whatever the case is, the rookie's going for his first complete game. Masterson's up in a one-run game and he's the last chance for the Titans. Fox sets, winds, kicks and fires...

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Drawn for Domafox for a trade! I really enjoyed this one! The Altina Stars are just some team I made up.

I edited it by making Sam's catcher's helmet look more like one and less like, as a friend put it, a Stormtrooper helmet.

Domafox c himself
Sam Gwosdz, Larry Howe c me