I might have been able to make it as a pitcher except for one thing: I had a rather awkward motion and every time I brought my left arm forward I hit myself in the ear.
No baseball pitcher would be worth a darn without a catcher who could handle the hot fastball.
Because there'd be two languages I couldn't speak, French and English.
Wake up muscles we're in New York now.
They say it can't be done, but sometimes that doesn't always work.
Don't cut off your nose yourself.