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Corn. Ooh, kettle corn. I don't mind if I do. Ouch! We're back at the home run derby where Gordon struggled with his first pitch. He was none the wiser or better at hitting with that beard of his. Beards in baseball do have a very interesting history. Excuse me, I am allergic to history. The 2013 Boston Red Sox all grew veers for their World Series run. It was superstitious, but it also got them thinking about the playoffs from the moment they looked in the mirror in the morning. When I looked in the mirror this morning, I thought about kettle corn. Anyways, there are many other wacky baseball rituals. In the 90s, pitcher Turk Wendell always jumped over the foul line brushed his teeth between innings. Baseball players are weird. You think that's weird. Jason Grilly would put baseball cards in his shoes to absorb the player's powers. That makes sense. Back on the field, it looks like the good old gang is hosting a quick team meeting at home plate. Gordon, take that
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beard off! Don't worry, baby, I'm shaving it as we speak. Ugh, it wasn't lucky anyways. No, it wasn't. And I need luck. Yes, you do. Because we need to win. Yes, I do. I need those tokens. Me too! I've been spending so much time already at the batting cages, it's been draining my piggy bank. But I just can't find the switch for my slugger mode right now. Don't worry. You'll find it, Gordon. You're going to crush this next one. Absolutely. I'm putting on my special rally cap for good luck. Good idea. Maybe I need a new lucky thing. Hmm. Yeah, that could work. Gordon, whatever this is is not what you need. Just hear me out. My dad's favorite player was Mark Fidridge, a.k the bird. What type of bird? A warbler, a hummingbird, finches, a Marys? Does it matter? He was an amazing pitcher because he used to talk to his baseballs between pitches. So, without further ado... ahem. Hey, Bert the Bat, it's me, Gordon. Oh, brother. I know you and Billy Baseball aren't really seeing eye to eye right now, but I think if you just talk it out, you might be able to connect again. Give it a swing. You never know how far it will go. Stop wasting the times, you're making me waste my rhymes! Oh, I just love these chatter poems.
