So Sean gets on one knee in front of Fred, looks up into his eyes, and says nothing. “Thank you, Fred.” Fred feels confused by the power Sean seems to have over him. The dirt is fine for power hitters like Karim and Michael. You should be in the grass for everyone else. By the way, who taught you to bunt—if they don’t play in for a bunt you could get a hit every…” Crack! Let’s get inside, Sean. I can tell you’ve done a lot of catching before. Me?”
Fighting a teardrop in his eye, “Yeah, you!”
“Not me! The dirt is fine for power hitters like Karim and Michael. Fred gives him a look like he’s ready to butt heads. “Fred, how do you feel about what you said and did to Alex?” Fred burns with anger. Me?”
Fighting a teardrop in his eye, “Yeah, you!”
“Not me! By the way, who taught you to bunt—if they don’t play in for a bunt you could get a hit every…” Crack!
