Bad touch baseball is a one-man operation, updated daily. I’m scouring my treasure trove of old baseball cards and posting the players who look skeevy, sketchy, creepy, or just plain goofy. One thing is for sure: if any of these guys showed up at your house to pick up your daughter, you would release the hounds.
"Is Reggie talking smack about me again? I’ll ruin him."
"I’m just so damned tired."
"Duhuhuhuh…I like bridges."
"Damn. I grabbed my polo gear instead of my baseball uniform…again."
"I picked up this tee-shirt for my grandson that says, ‘WHO FARTED?’. He’s gonna love it."
"I hate sky baseball almost as much as I hate the team’s mandatory LSD policy."
"I just feel like there’s something missing in my life. It’s like there’s this big hole and nothing can fill it."
"Yeah, I signed it ‘Kirby Puckett’…screw you, that’s why."
"Oh my God, why haven’t I swung yet? Or moved out of the way? Am I going to die? That fortune teller wasn’t kidding, was she?"