The complete and utter ridiculousness of this suggestion literally made me laugh out loud.
Well, that’s clever.
Personally, having to do math on the mound would confuse and distract me, but it seems to work for Jason.
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Growing up, my brothers and I used to do that thing that I think all kids do: hitting a snowball with a baseball bat just to see it explode. I don’t recall that we ever tried pitching a snowball, though. There would definitely have to be rules against iceballs and packing those damned rocks inside, for certain.
When you can’t decide which sport to play. Poor guy. At the very least, let the man have a glove.
Maybe kickball would have been a more appropriate compromise.
This comic reminds me a lot of the scene in Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince in which Harry pretends to spike Ron’s pumpkin juice with felix felicis, and Ron goes on to play a spectacular Quidditch match.
Moral of the story: you don’t need to resort to drastic measures if you believe in yourself.
Secondary moral of the story: Satan evidently has a good, wholesome twin brother, so be careful who you try to sell your soul to.
Anyone else ever feel this way? It’s not just me, right?
That must’ve been a loooooong winter.
One of the benefits of not being able to attend ballgames in person definitely comes in the form of money saved on concessions.