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stuff and nonsense
loud laughter mixed with the chirp of crickets. A moth hit
Greaseball, greaseball, greaseball, that's all I throw him (Rod Carew), and he still hits them. He's the only player in baseball who consistently hits my grease. He sees the ball so well, I guess he can pick out the dry side.
Peanuts/Peanut Butter
In lieu of Tasers, you'll have to hit me. Hard as you can. Then maybe some kind of fight-or-flight response will kick in and I'll turn into a bat to get away from you."
"Fight or flight."
"Yes."
"Only half of that is flight.
Young man, if that bat comes down, you're out of the game
What is your type? No wait. Let me guess. Hard, plastic coated and jammed full of big D batteries.
The bat is not a toy, it's a weapon. It gives me everything in life, which helps me to do everything on the field.
Tears. They're like seeds in a watermelon. Good for spitting out.
I have peanut M&M's up there."
"Not my style"
"Raisinets."
"Feh."
"Sam Adams."
Thor narrowed his eyes. "Cold?"
"Downright icy."
Thor crossed his arms over his chest and told him self he was not pouting like a five-year-old. "I want Milk Duds.
I'll save that for Mrs. Battier.
What's on the inside, beneath that sugar? Is it a bug? Is it a booger?
The comfort of browning butter and the excitement of lemon zest.
When everything else is gone, balls are all any of us really have left. The question is: are yours made of flesh and blood, or steel?
I've got icewater in my veins and I hope you freeze on the first bite. Come on, you busher! Batter-fucking-up!
Same Bat time, same Bat place.
Lead's erasing then vanishing
Banished from whatever it is they're drinking and it's cleaned
Running from the pitcher as if it's her fantasy
She finds Snickers bars in the strangest places.
(She knows it's from him.)
(She wonders if they're laced with pot.)
the sleeves of my chocolate-scented T-shirt.
What is sweeter than lettered ease?
She's a sort of human vampire-bat
Vitaly owns half a carton of Lucky Strikes, an electric guitar, and a hangover
The bat-and-ball problem is our first encounter with an observation that will be a recurrent theme of this book: many people are overconfident, prone to place too much faith in their intuitions.
Riddle me this, riddle me that. Who's afraid of the big black bat?
They collected balls
Sugar and salt and kicks and kisses.
Small pitchers have wyde eares.
A small metal marble pinballs within my chest, banging and clanging against all the routes inside me.
We can't stop here, this is bat country!
Student food." His eyes went to the tomato on the sill. "Whatever's in the refrigerator over pasta.
smack smack honey smacks its the snack that will smack you back
Something she'd gotten from Burton
Mouth cat's-cradled with filaments of gleaming cheese.
Your soul, your spirit and your body.
Kettle thingies. Yum.
Now, if you don't mind, send one my way. Bob is getting tired."
"Who's Bob? You've not told me about a Bob," Sophie said, a little hurt.
"I have too," Claire said and gave her a little shove in the arm. "Bob is Battery Operated Boyfriend, B.O.B.
The poison dart hidden in the raisin tart. ...
But I've bought a big bat.
I'm all ready, you see.
Now my troubles are going
To have trouble with me!
Play-ground, his
Got any pitches? I got five pitches-rise-ball, curveball, screwball, drop-ball and changeup.
A sweet fruit for a sweet fight.
A small cup of the deceivingly cheerful cherry-red syrup
Askade took the battertoast, looked at it blearily. "I can't rewire it into a death ray without some extra parts," he said, and took a bite. "Hm. Tastes okay. What's the problem?
That which will not be spun, let it not come betweene the spindle and the distaffe.
Twisting lemons into lemonade.
I'm a finesse pitcher without the finesse.
Blueberry Muffins
What sort of moths eat chainmail?
They say some of my stars drink whiskey, but I have found that ones who drink milkshakes don't win many ball games.
But I was thinking of a way
To feed oneself on batter,
And so go on from day to day
Getting a little fatter.
You know what I love best about baseball? The pine tar, the resin, the grass, the dirt - and that's just in the hot-dogs.
Hand with Dinah, and saying to her very earnestly, 'Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a bat?' when suddenly, thump! thump!
I get the Reese's candy bar. You look at that, there's an apostrophe-s there. That means the candy bar is his. I didn't know that. Next time you're eating a Reese's candy bar, and a guy named Reese comes by and says, "Gimme that", you better hand it over.
A splendour of miscellaneous spirits.
Whatever it is, it's better in the wind.
Snickers, if that's all right, then I have to get her
Jesus's bloody tears.
What makes a good pinch hitter? I wish the hell I knew.
More Weight
-Giles Corey-
a bag of wet farts. But
Philip ripped at the wrapper of the plain, inadequately thin Hershey bar. "No almonds."
"I don't care for nuts."
"You proved that when you slammed your foot between the legs of your friend this evening.
Broken glass. It's just like glitter, isn't it?
Wonderful. Last night's dinner, the charred remains of my dignity, and apparently, now, my undergarments, too. What else did I leave on Josh Bennett's bathroom floor?
crystals that stung your
Up the narrow stairs and into the kitchen. Rosie's mother looked around and made a face as if to indicate that it did not meet her standards of hygiene, containing as it did, edible foodstuffs. "Coffee? Water?" Don't say wax fruit. "Wax fruit?" Damn.
Baseball is the only thing beside the paper clip that hasn't changed
What can be as small as a pea or as large as the sky and is not owned by the person who purchases it? it asked.
You've got a little round ball and a little round bat and anything can happen.
I'm a huge advocate of pitching. You have to have good pitching as the solid core, the foundation. It keeps you in every game.
I've got a fastball, change-up, forkball, curve, slider, knuckle-slider, knuckle-curve, I had about seven pitches I could have used at any time.
I forgot my balls," Lucas said coming over.
"Your what?"
"My balls. Apparently I left them in this room somewhere, because otherwise I'd have had them in your office in order to tell you that you're full of shit," Lucas replied.
Powdered doughnuts I will look for powdered doughnuts in the wilderness here doughnuts
A pitcher is worth a thousand worts.
What's inside you no one can touch.
Yeah, and don't think it's easy finding Ray-Bans in a fruit-bat medium.
Used to be bats had thick handles and a big barrel. Then they found it's not the size of the bat that gets home runs - it's the speed with which you can swing it.
When I step into the batter's box, the fans, the noise, the cheers, they all disappear. For that moment, the world is just a battle between me and the pitcher. And more than anything, I want to win.
Krispy Kreme Doughnuts, everybody loves them. But I thought this was interesting on the box, 'Konsult Kardiologist.
What are those?" Nico called.
The crack of the bat, the sound of baseballs thumping into gloves, the infield chatter are like birdsong to the baseball starved.
Penis? Cock? Dick? Wood? Schlong? Womb broom? Clam hammer? Yogurt slinger?
It's good to find the barrel of the bat again.
A martini. Shaken, not stirred.
What precious drops are those, Which silently each other's track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
Every great batter works on the theory that the pitcher is more afraid of him than he is of the pitcher.
A box of tacks - might actually be something less obvious: a box and tacks.
And I'm the only bat in this belfry?
What's got your jockstrap in a wad? (Abbie)
If I'm playing well I'll get through a bat in three weeks. I batter them.
I check the list. Rubber tubing, gas, saw, gloves, cuffs, razor wire, hatchet, Gladys, and my mitts.
the wind, putting all of her strength into
ORANGE MARMALADE',
He (Eric Davis) gets power from his bat speed ... it's like he has cork in his arms.
Elizabeth poured the brewskilicious foam over her aforementioned bodalicious huzza-huzzas and Wahwahzoozie." - Bats 2015
As we left the kitchen, I asked, "Can I hold your sword today?"
Catcher glanced back over his shoulder and lifted a brow.
"The sword," I corrected. "The sword."
We'll see.
bowls of cornflakes,
mountains of pancakes, eggs, and bacon.
Trays of pastries from his castle kitchens, cream swans and spun-sugar unicorns, lemon cakes in the shape of roses, spiced honey biscuits and blackberry tarts, apple crisps and wheels of buttery cheese.
(Dwight Gooden) his fastball crackling , his curveball dropping as suddenly as a duck shot in the air, has begun his charge for a third straight award-winning season.
What pitching is in a short series in baseball, goaltending is in the Stanley Cup playoffs.