Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and 15 consecutive plate appearances without a walk have whetted Adam's lustful appetite for first base. Love is in his eyes as he approaches the plate to face the Rockies' Aaron Cook. Yet, 'Let not my love be called idolatry,' insists Adam, spitting.
First pitch a breaking ball low; Adam watches it scornfully. Second pitch a ball. Adam is breathing hard now; wipes his nose - or was it a tear? The titan shakes off love's opiatic mist, and takes a huge cut at a fastball up. Strike one. Another ball low, and lo!, another! Adam casts Thunderhammerbat to the dugout, and trots to his beloved.
Adam and Todd Helton exchange words.
"Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind"
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