wish we had him two years ago.
four years ago then.
look at this fuckin' guy.
11.9 taylor. not bad if you'd fallen down.
for what? running back to the dugout?
sounded like it.
we got anybody left playin' baseball out there?
don't worry if you're off the plate on a few pitches. doesn't hurt to put the fear of god in a hitter.
okay kid. i think we got 'em scared enough now. time to get a few of 'em out.
just relax, and keep the arm up on top. gotta throw strikes. no place at the inn for this guy.
looked like a strike anyway. you want me to go get him?
at least he hit what he was aimin' at.
c'mon, kid. as soon as coleman gets up, he's gonna be lookin' for you.
lou wants to see you down at the office, rick.
you want me to go get him?
not quite yet.
hitting one rocket-shot ground ball after another at dorn. some bounce off his chest and arms, but dorn stays in front of every one.
what's he doing?