“You can’t touch this.
My fastball dances like the wind,
and my slider will eat you up alive.
Look, man, I’m in the zone.
Even a bad call by the ump
doesn’t phase me in the least.
Hey, my change-up is filthy,
and my curve is untouchable.
Only two pitchers,
Seaver and Nola,
have struck out ten in a row.
What? You’re taking me out?
Are you serious?
My pitch count is too high?
I just struck out ten hitters in a row!
C’mon, Skipper, one more batter.
I own this guy.”