Angsty? Lover getting you down? Picturing your fist through a few layers of drywall? Settle down, tiger. Fire your therapist, burn a rockin' mix for your ear buds, and head to Round Rock. One dollar delivers a musty helmet, an aluminum bat, and 16 fire-rocket pitches from a mechanical wizard to swing batta-batta swing! Aggression never had it so good. Be your own Hank Aaron (cause who wants that Barry Bonds asterisk?), and hear the crowds roar! Batting cages are your bruised ego's best friend.
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