The termites have got me.
All I can tell them is pick a good one and sock it. I get back to the dugout and they ask me what it was I hit and I tell them I don't know except it looked good.
I had only one superstition. I made sure to touch all the bases when I hit a home run.
Let me show you how it's done... Loser!
If it wasn't for baseball, I'd be in either the penitentiary or the cemetery.
What the hell difference does it make?