Zeus most glorious and most great, Thundercloud, throned in the heavens! Let not the sun go down and the darkness come, until I cast down headlong the citadel of Priam in flames, and burn his gates with blazing fire, and tear to rags the shirt upon Hectors breast! May many of his men fall about him prone in the dust and bite the earth! (Homer!) It couldn’t be, could it? Deja Vu. The same river, twice. We had learned our lesson the day before, vowed to do better for the home fans. It was eerie how it formed the same pattern – a first inning run as per Ozzie and then a slow descent into the pitching underworld in the second innings that went on all evening till it totaled eleven runs from eighteen hits.
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