Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hit and run, sure. Right.

We got to get better, cause we can't worse.

about his shoes, and I swear he turned pale.

Look. What sign's this?

Where would he have been keeping himself?

Just a minute. Where do you think your going?

Get out. I've got my wife to consider.

What's Joe trying to do, anyway?

Don't try to murder it. Just slip one through the infield.

No. I don't think so. Well tomorrow there's a ball game.

Good bye old girl. My old girl.

How's your fielding? I don't know.

It ain't good for your game, Joe. To get so... so glum.

In my business, we have what you call... an escape clause.

And I must say, The hot dogs out at the park aren't what they used to be.

What do ya know? Ha Ha Ha.

Where you been playin', son?

You married? Say uh. How did you know?

The other half is something else. Something bigger.

I just can't believe the kid is as good as all that. How could he be?

With arms of steel, like Hercules.

What do you mean? Well, we don't make them same goof ups when were playin Kansas City?

He out. He's safe. He out. He's safe. Fly ball,double play, Yankees win again today! Those damn Yankees, Why can't we beat 'em? He's out, He's safe, he's out, he's safe, he's out, he's safe, he's out!

Come onsmokey. I can count on you.

I take. Okay. Now the count is 2 and 1.

Well... Didn't he like that stuff I wrote yesterday.

And your Joe, has to go.

I've often wondered what this team did to keep up it's morale.

Over the garden wall. At a boy, Joe. Rifle it home boy. Rifle it home.

Came upon the scene, as fresh as Listerine.

Did he get the fat end of the bat on that pill? Bye bye baby. How about that.

Do I what? See any sign of cool air?

They couldn't see you. No they couldn't.

In practice he was terrific. Well, I said to myself....