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It was a monster. Riding my back like some kind of freakish lamprey, all teeth and pain and reluctant to let go. Going into my second I-League season. I was winless. Even with my new team, the Comets, I was unable to put a game together good enough to earn the win. Some time I would think I would sabotage my thinking (as I did in my first game this season) or that my team would sabotage me (as I thought happened in my second).
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