We all have our little paranoid moments in life. The Pink Flamingo is paranoid about foul balls. I try to sit under the netting, when possible. You never know when one of those pesky little things will come slamming into you like a meteor.
Well, last night one went a little close to The Great Man.
Just as cool as can be, The Great Man never misses a beat with his peanuts.
I guess it all goes back to the old, Remember when we had a great President?
Maybe that’s why The Pink Flamingo is having such a difficult time with the pathetic crew of also-rans who are vainly attempting to fill his cowboy boots. They just can’t do it.