A torn rotator cuff is a cancer for a pitcher and if a pitcher gets a badly torn one, he has to face the facts, it's all over baby.
quote by Don Drysdale
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Whether the pitcher strike the stone or the stone the pitcher, the pitcher suffers.
Whether the pitcher strike the stone, or the stone the pitcher, woe be to the pitcher.
Whether the pitcher strikes the stone, or the stone the pitcher, it is bad for the pitcher.
If the pitcher knocks against a stone, woe to the pitcher; and if the stone knocks against the pitcher, woe to the pitcher.
I'm always amazed when a pitcher becomes angry at a hitter for hitting a home run off him. When I strike out, I don't get angry at the pitcher, I get angry at myself. I would think that if a pitcher threw up a home run ball, he should be angry at himself.
quote by Willie Stargell
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Every great batter works on the theory that the pitcher is more afraid of him than he is of the pitcher.
And then when I went to stay in '68, I can honestly say that I was not focused on my career and on what it took to be a major league pitcher and to be a starting pitcher.
quote by Nolan Ryan
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Tattered & Torn
Tattered and torn
Tattered and torn
Thats where my soul is worn
Tattered and torn
Thats when I was born
Tattered and torn
I broke away from me
Tattered and torn
I knocked me to my knees
Tattered and torn
I drink my own cells
Tattered and torn
A decomposing well
Tattered and torn
Roaches in my head
Tattered and torn
I become the living dead
Tattered and torn
Tearing myself apart from the
Things that make me hurt
song performed by by Slipknot
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Tattered and Torn
Tattered and Torn
That's where my soul is worn
Tattered and Torn
That's when I was born
Tattered and Torn
I broke away from me
Tattered and Torn
I knocked me to my knees
Tattered and Torn
I drink my own cells
Tattered and Torn
A decomposing well
Tattered and Torn
Roaches in my head
Tattered and Torn
I become the living dead
Tattered and Torn
Tearing myself apart from the
things that make me hurt
song performed by by Slipknot from Slipknot
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Potters' Clay
Though the pitcher that goes to the sparkling rill
Too oft gets broken at last,
There are scores of others its place to fill
When its earth to the earth is cast ;
Keep that pitcher at home, let it never roam,
But lie like a useless clod,
Yet sooner or later the hour will come
When its chips are thrown to the sod.
Is it wise, then, say, in the waning day,
When the vessel is crack'd and old,
To cherish the battered potter's clay,
As though it were virgin gold ?
Take care of yourself, dull, boorish elf,
Though prudent and safe you seem,
Your pitcher will break on the musty shelf,
And mine by the dazzling stream.
poem by Adam Lindsay Gordon
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Torn Apart
Well I went down to your house just the other day
Only to discover you had gone astray
Torn apart
Torn apart
Torn apart
Torn apart
Well I called you on the tele just the other day
Only to discover you had gone astray
Torn apart
Torn apart
Torn apart
Torn apart
Torn apart
Torn apart
Torn apart
Torn apart
Torn apart
Torn apart
Torn apart
Torn apart
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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Torn Butterfly
Torn butterfly torn butterfly
Seeing you there it makes me cry
Torn butterfly your wings they tore
From the weight that they bore
Torn butterfly it's plain to see
That you are just the same as me
Torn butterfly the world is tough
Hard as stones and just as rough
Torn butterfly I know your pain
And I don't want to know it again
Torn butterfly come join me now
And we'll regain our wings somehow
Torn butterfly it's sad but true
In death our wings become brand new
Torn butterfly just fade away
And we will fly this very day
Torn butterfly this note I send
And hope that you will cause your end
So we can fly in clear blue skies
Where no one hurts and no one cries
Torn butterfly with my last breath
I ask you to come join me in death
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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The Gardener XIX: You Walked
You walked by the riverside path
with the full pitcher upon your hip.
Why did you swiftly turn your face
and peep at me through your fluttering
veil?
That gleaming look from the dark
came upon me like a breeze that sends
a shiver through the rippling water
and sweeps away to the shadowy
shore.
It came to me like the bird of the
evening that hurriedly flies across the
lampless room from the one open
window to the other, and disappears
in the night.
You are hidden as a star behind the
hills, and I am a passer-by upon the
road.
But why did you stop for a moment
and glance at my face through your
veil while you walked by the river-
side path with the full pitcher upon
your hip?
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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The Thirsty Crow
Have you ever heard this story before?
Of a wise and clever thirsty crow?
Well, if you haven't then listen
The famous tale of this hero, now let's begin,
It happened when in a spell of dry weather,
The poor birds could find very little water,
This crow, when he felt thirsty,
Searched for some water desperately,
But in summer, as it was great famine,
Even a dropp of water he couldn't find,
This unfortunate fellow thought that he must,
In despair surely die of thirst,
Then suddenly he spied an old pitcher,
Filled with very little water,
But oh! The pitcher was so high with a narrow neck,
The little water, the poor crow could never get,
He was unlucky, thought the crow,
His beak couldn't reach the water as it was low,
Then suddenly a brilliant idea flashed into his mind,
Around him some pebbles he could find,
He picked some pebbles and threw into the pitcher,
And finally the water raised its level,
This clever fellow then threw more pebbles
Until the water was higher in the pitcher,
Higher enough for his beak to reach the water,
The thirsty crow now took a sip of water,
Then drank more water from the pitcher,
Until he was no more thirsty,
The genius crow then flew away,
To tell the world about his victory!
poem by Sadia Maqsood
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Night Game
Words & music by paul simon
There were two men down
And the score was tied
In the bottom of the eighth
When the pitcher died
And they laid his spikes
On the pitchers mound
And his uni-form was torn
And his number was left on the ground
Then the night turned cold
Colder than the moon
The stars were white as bones
The stadium was old
Older than the screams
Older than the teams
There were three men down
And the season lost
And the tarpaulin was rolled
Upon the winter frost
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Alone And Torn
Stuck in a corner, or so it feels
Struck into dark, my light conceals
Snuck on past, past the repeals
Tuck my mind, depressing ideals
Searching for the will, alone, torn,
I depart inward, alone, torn
My greater jihad, ignorance would be bliss
Nigh is temptation, cast into a sinful abyss
Why is the question, one to reminisce
Cry out for help, somethings terribly amiss
Yearning for the will, alone, torn,
I emaciate away, alone, torn
Dazed by the truth, longing to repent
Fazed by my failure, inwardly I lament
Phased must be this battle, a battle of torment
Amazed if I succeed, I can't circumvent
Corroding without the will, alone, torn
I asphyxiate my soul, alone, torn
poem by Izik Alcox
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Gettin Too Heavy
Sitting here chillin with you (yeah)
Youre getting close boy
But Im playing it cool (cool)
I must confess
Im feeling you (feelin you)
But Im laying down some rules
Get one thing straight
I wont be played (no, no)
I dont get down that way
1 - you asked me once, I told you twice
When will you understand?
I asked my friends for their advice
They say girl dont give in
In you and me, I believe
But Im torn between
Its getting too heavy for me
Baby why you stress me
Like that (why you wanna stress me boy? )
Talkin bout what you have done in the past (yeah)
I dont take love so casually (mm-hmm)
So dont put that pressure on me
Baby just walk right out the door (right out the door)
Cuz Ive heard those lines before
Repeat 1
Youre telling me this would prove that I care
(its getting too heavy)
But if I waited baby, will you be there?
Will you be there?
There-er-er-er-errr
[breakdown]
You know I like you boy
But you gotta understand
That Im just not ready
Been real with you
But we gotta take our time (take our time)
And Im torn between
Im torn between
Its getting too heavy for me
Repeat 1
For me
(ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
(ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Oh oh, oh oh
In you and me, I believe
But Im torn between
Its getting too heavy for me
Its getting too heavy
Heavy, heavy, yeah
Dont make me say it again
(ooh, ooh, ooh)
song performed by by 3LW
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Rebel Rebel
Got your mother in a whirl
Got your mother in a whirl cause
Shes not sure if youre a boy or a girl
Hey, babe, your hairs alright
Hey, babe, lets go out tonight
You like me, and I like it all
We like dancing, and we look divine
You love bands when they play it hard
You want more, and you want it first
Put you down, say Im wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on
Rebel rebel, youve torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
(1st verse) (chorus)
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Dont ya?
Ow
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Rebel rebel, youve torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
I love you so much!
Youve torn your dress, your face is a mess
You cant get enough, but enough aint the test
Youve got transmission and a live wire
Got your cue lines and a handful of ludes
You wanna be there when they count up the dues
And I love your dress
Youre a juvenile success
Because your face is a mess
So how could they know?
I said, how could they know?
To what you wanna know
Calamitys child, chi-chile, chi-chile
Whered you wanna go?
Can I do for you? looks like youve been there too
cause youve torn your dress
And your face is a mess
Ooo, ooo, your face is a mess
Ooo, ooo, so how could they know?
How could they know? ha
Ha-ha
song performed by by Duran Duran
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You better be looking for another pitcher.
quote by Jeff Cooper
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The pitcher will go to the well once too often.