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August 12, 2007

New Baseball Rules

Mimi Smartypants on her daughter and husband:

Yesterday Nora and LT were playing catch, and in the process of trying to throw the ball precisely into her tiny mitt and thus increase her slim chances of success, he accidentally beaned her right in the nose. Blood gushed. Nora stood there dumbfounded for a split second, then threw down her mitt and ran straight for LT, wailing. I really wish the next baseball player to get hit with a ball would charge the mound in a similar fashion, crying and holding his arms up for a hug. The fistfights are so predictable.

Posted at August 12, 2007 08:40 PM | TrackBack

Another daddy sends his sympathy.

Posted by: Kip W at August 12, 2007 09:24 PM

Say you're pitching for White Sox against the Yankees and you hit Roger Clemens in the shoulder. He comes charging at you on the mound, wailing and holding his arms out, ready to hug you. I think I'd dash for the dugout. Better than him holding his bat, maybe, but I'm not sure "Love is all you need" is the tune in his head.

Posted by: donescobar at August 13, 2007 01:02 PM

Clemens wouldn't be batting against another AL team.

Posted by: bays ball at August 13, 2007 08:43 PM