Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow, oh a baseball? I’m good.
I’ll tell you what, I want to hate on this kid for milking the fuck out of his injury, hamming it up to a billion, but I can’t, because at the end of the day I’m sitting on my couch and he’s walking home with a sweet ass souvenir. Only one winner here.
Heroes get remembered, but legends never die!