“That’s right, baby. Let Bobby Bo show you the Bronx.”
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.
“That’s right, baby. Let Bobby Bo show you the Bronx.”
“These are my bedroom eyes…and my bedroom mustache.”
“I am death and I am visited upon you.”
“I dig the pinstripes. They really accentuate my frank n’ beans.”
“Now son, I’m going to use this baseball to show you how to properly fondle a lady.”
“Then she was all, ‘Ooh, Ozzie, please stop striking me in my lady parts!’ I don’t have to take that nonsense from a woman.”
“Sure, I may look innocent…but I’m batshit crazy in ways you may not discover for 10, 20 years.”
“Now that’s what I call innuendo.”
“No, I’m NOT Tony Gwynn’s brother. HE is MY brother. Fool.”
“I really think these shorts should be part of the uniform. My sexy legs would hypnotize batters like whoa.”