Cleats by Bill Hinds for April 09, 2006

Transcript:

Grandpa: Okay, li'l boy, let's see what you got this season. Emmee! That is one heck of a change-up pitch, grandson. That poor batter will be through his swing and hiding his head in shame before the ball reaches the catcher's glove. The way you diguised that pitch as a fastball was magic! Jerome: That was my fastball, grampa. Grandpa: Hmm... well, it's a perfect change-up, so let's call it that. Jerome: But that's my only pitch. I don't have anything to change up from.