Being the baseball dork that I am, I'll sometimes be alone in my room pitching an imaginary ball or a crumpled up piece of paper against the wall, fine-tuning my delivery.  After I got out of the shower today, I grabbed a rolled-up pair of socks and started my usual routine when I thought of something Zito said about his new delivery in Spring Training.  He said he'd practice it in front of a mirror.  So, I grabbed my full-length mirror, propped it against the wall, and began pounding my socks against the wall right above it when all of a sudden: BAM! I hit the mirror and broke it.  The first thing I thought was, "Shit.  Seven years of bad luck."  Then, it dawned on me.  I immediately ran to the computer and typed this out.

Whatever, I thought it was funny.

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