Wednesday, September 28, 2016
more tales from the bat rack
I told Kevin I had hits in me. He just had to not swing me as often. Stay in the strike zone. Wait for his pitch.
But did he listen to me? No!
It took angry bearded man to prove me right. His bats drive me crazy, crowing about how fancy they are, even though we came from the same place. It's not like angry bearded man had been doing anything exciting lately.
Then one day he picks me up, caresses me, then decides to take me up with him. Didn't even ask Kevin.
Now I'm the hero of the rack. The obnoxious bats are being ignored again and all is right with the world.
Arenado bat can suck it.