First ball absurdly low. The giant smiles. Second ball whistles foul at 100 times 100 miles per hour. It rests in the seats until a passing Washingtonian happens upon it. Adam inspects Thunderhammerbat in admiration.
Next pitch pulled down the line, past the bumbling Giambi, to the outfield. Morgan is driven home easily while Lil Zimmy, wafted on the wind of fate, scurries home and avoids the tag.
A two-run double! The critics hide their faces, and scuttle back to their dark and dirty places.
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