I have seen better swings on a condemned playground. He's been working on a new pitch. It's called a strike.
"Look, Bobby," the coach said, "you know the principles ofgood sportsmanship. You know the Little League doesn'tallow temper tantrums, shouting at the umpire, or abusivelanguage."
"Yes, sir, I understand."
"Good, Bobby. Now. would you please explain that to your mother."
I say let baseball players chew tobacco if they want to. Just don't let them spit.
When a couple arrived at a game at the top of the fifth inning, the woman asked what the score was. "Nothing-nothing," a fan told her. "Great," she said "We haven't missed anything!"
You know you've been cut from the team when you arrive in the locker room and the manager snaps, "Hey, man, no visitors allowed!"
I find amusement in small things such as the Phillies' John Kruk doing wind sprints.
He's not known for his defensive prowess. He's made the routine grounder a thing of
the past.
I like the good old days of baseball when umpires called the strikes and the players' union didn't.
The pitcher had sensational stuff today. The opposing batters really loved it.
He was once beaned with a pitch. Some say that's the mostwood he ever got on the ball.
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