There's no crying in baseball

Here's the thing. It's baseball. How come pitchers don't throw inside anymore? It's the American Fucking Pastime! Sometimes you have to put one in someone's ear.

I was a pitcher and a short stop. I had a good arm. I once threw at a guy in the batter's box for looking square at me. Then, when he came to bat, I put one right in his ribs on the first pitch. On purpose. He was a friend. He charged the mound. I clocked him. Then he beat the shit out of me.

This is the way it used to work. The next time someone brings an electronic device to a meeting, I'm putting a fastball into their rib cage. Bring it on.

P.S. I think I was one of the first generation of people to ever get rotator cuff surgery. This was before Tommy John and the elbow surgeries, etc. A total experimentation. My dad seriously traded the medical bill for tax services. I actually picked most of the staples out of my shoulder myself. They were big and red. I still have a scar from my under arm to close to my right nipple that looks approximately like the red sea.