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BREAKING: after a negotiation between the players' union and the MLB commissioner, the league will be allowing all starting pitchers to add one additional spell slot after the trade deadline.

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I am BEGGING professional sports to consolidate their games into one convienent place to watch.

I do not want to get Amazon Prime for Monday games and then TNT for a Wednesday. Ope now it's Friday so let's head over to ESPN. BUT NOW it's the 3rd Thursday of the month and it rained on the 8th of the month so this broadcast will be on CSPAN instead of Cartoon Network with a special rebroadcast on Disney Channel with the game being played by the cast of Avatar: The Last Airbender.

It's legit insanity and this is the exact reason I will continue to sail the seven seas. Get fucked.

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The Injured List

Batter Up Chapter 4

Pairing: Baseball player Joel Miller x Female Reader Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Summary: Joel's just a baseball player and his back is killing him, good thing he has you to take care of him. Warnings: smut, Joel gets injured and can barely move, you masturbate and Joel watches, cum swallowing, you ride Joel's fingers. Words: 3,500

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“And I don’t know folks, doesn’t look good for Joel Miller,” the announcer intones, but his words disappear, all you can focus on is the image on your screen. Tears begin to stream down your face as you watch Joel writhe in pain on the dirt. This can’t be happening, you’re literally packing your bag for the flight home to Texas in a few hours. He has the All Star Game in two days, and right now he’s sitting on the ground shaking his head and grimacing as his manager , teammates and trainer surround him, their faces all shrouded in concern. The shirt you were folding drops out of your hand as you walk closer to the television, as if being next to the broadcast will change the outcome. 

“Come on baby, come on,” you chant to yourself, nervously bouncing in place. You have nobody to talk to about your worry, except the man currently being helped up off the field by his trainer and coach. He looks pissed as he hobbles to the cart, you swallow hard realizing how angry and destroyed he looks. There goes the All Star Game, there goes his swan song of returning back to his hometown and old home field during what should be his final year of playing. 

Your heart shatters for him, for you, for his career. You don’t know what to do with yourself, so you still pack you bag. You text Joel that’s you’re leaving now. 

“What a shame. Miller’s out…” Your dad texts you later that night. Little does he know you’re reading his text as you take the elevator up to Miller’s apartment. 

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