Adam@Home by Rob Harrell for May 11, 1997
May 10, 1997
May 12, 1997
Transcript:
Clayton: Bring it to me baby, bring it to me!... Hey batta batta no batta No batta no batta couldn't hit a beachball if he tried. Hey batta batta batta. Coach: Time, ump! Clayton, you say taht sort of stuff when you're out in the field. Not when you're the one up to bat. Clayton: Gee, thanks, coach. Rats, I was seeing if I could get your pitcher to take me lightly, and log a nice fat, juicy one by mistake.
