We Got Some Sweet Custom Bats Delivered To The Office And One Of These Things Is Not Like The Other
Oh, the Dink. Legitimately laugh out loud funny when I’m going through these A+ sticks from Victus Sports and that little nub of a club becomes the best of the batch. Kudos for giving him something he can actually pick up and swing while in the sewers of Old New York. Other than that, some pretty good shit sent our way. And the BEST part about it is that co-worker Portnoy can’t pretend to be the cock of the walk around here as the only one with a custom stick. None of us care, but he definitely will. Those feathers are easy to ruffle, even if there aren’t many left on top of the head.
The rest of the bunch:
And it fucking kills me to tip my cap here, but those are impressive numbers at any level. Granted, it helps when you’re so short the strike zone essentially disappears in the stance, but still. Very impressive stats for graduating high school in the Dead Ball Era. Sleeping with this stick should comfort going through Menopause of the face.
