Timmy was walking up and down the dugout, struttin’ around with a baseball bat in hand. He would stop every few steps and take a practice swing. And act like he just hit the deepest home run you’d ever seen. Finally, Zito just looked at him and flatly said something along the lines of, “who do you think you are?”
Timmy finally doubled over in laughter at what a goofball he was being. Almost tripping over the bat he was holding.
What a guy. What a guy.