Slugger Bourn stood at the plate waving his Thunderstick, his gaudy .298 average glinting off the Dome's pristeen white. Stood ready, waiting, for one of those rare strikes thrown past a man of his feared, no, terrifying reputation. Senn Henn, he of large testicles and small brain, threw a juicy fastball, daring Our Beloved Sluggah to even TRY to hit it.
Oh yes, and with one casual swing of His Mighty Bat, that ball was hit SOOOOOO far, SOOOOO hard that when it clanked against the seats i...
Original Story:
http://mvn.com/theastrosdugout/2009/0...
Original Story:
http://mvn.com/theastrosdugout/2009/0...
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