Quote by Kevin Pietersen

It's not fun facing a ball going 97 mph, trust me.

It's not fun facing a ball going 97 mph, trust me.

Summary

This quote highlights the challenging and potentially intimidating experience of facing a ball traveling at a speed of 97 mph in sports like baseball or cricket. The speaker suggests from personal experience that it is not a pleasant or enjoyable task to encounter such a fast-moving object. The quote may serve to emphasize the difficulty and danger involved in participating in these high-speed sports, adding an element of respect for the skill and bravery required by athletes.

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