#baseball bats

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Raph and Casey in TMNT Shredder’s Revenge, ‘nuff said.

(thanks dotemu)

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0909 (Mikoto Kayano x 'John Doe')

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“I’ve got you, leave it to me!”

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The Baseball Boys

You were a very critical child, you thought you were doing a little better and were a little smarter than most kids. You could do much more than they could and it did give you a slight ego.

But there’s one thing you couldn’t do. 

Being from the 1950s, your first father was the sole provider for the family and couldn’t teach you how to play catch or baseball. Your first mother tried but you turned her offer down because you knew she was stretched thin with your other siblings.

You loved your new family just as much as you loved your past one. You called  Carlisle and Esme your mom and dad and you called the other adopted Cullen kids your sisters and brothers.  You enjoyed being with them and many things, like baseball were scabbed over with your other hobbies. It had been eighty eight so naturally it faded from your mind. 

Except when thunderstorms rang out. 

 That’s when your family will play baseball, cracking the ball across the field with the bursts of sound.  

Typically you watched, sometimes you read or you were the umpire. No one thought to ask you to play because you never offered to but it was peaking the curiosity of a certain brother: Emmett.

You were situated in the kitchen, carefully working on a puzzle with Esme.

“I think this one goes her- Oh god!” She shouted when the sound of Emmett jumping from the stairs broke her from her focus.

“Sorry,” he said as he walked into the kitchen. “What’s going on here?”

“A puzzle, we’re almost done.” You said , looking intently at the pieces.

Emmett looked at you, “Say, kid,”

“Don’t call me kid.”

“Right, anyway, I was wondering if you’re gonna play baseball this go around? Ed is bringing his girlfriend. We gotta impress her.”

“I don’t play baseball. Does she?”

“Well, her stepdad does. Why don’t you play?”

You didn’t know why you felt embarrassed but you knew what great players all of the other Cullens were.

“I never learned.” You said, not looking up from the puzzle.

Emmett was surprised to say the least, “well, do you want to?”

“Yes!” You jumped at the opportunity.

“Alright, slow down you two. How are you going to teach him?” Esme said, now looking at her two adoptive children.

“Well duh, give him a bat, get a ball and throw it.” Emmett said like it was obvious.

“Be careful and have fun.” She tell with a smile as she continued to work on her puzzle.

You were standing in the driveway, armed with a helmet and a bat. The full experience.

“Okay so, stand like this,” he stood to the side. You followed suit.

Emmett showed you how to hold the bat and he walked away from you, holding the ball.

“Alright. I’m going to throw it, just hit it.”

He threw the ball and you promised yourself you were going to hit it. 

You hit it. 

You hit it directly into Jasper’s window. 

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hello...may we request a stimboard for the character John from MILGRAM ? with baseball bats, subway stations, chains, and anything else you see fit :] it's for a fictive , by the way . thank you !

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OKAY HERE!!! I am finally satisfied with this one, but if you don’t like it just shoot me another request and I can try again :D!! MILGRAM seems really cool so I might try getting into it /rambling. Added the banner just in case, you the requester can tag it as whatever !!

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Olive / Purple blooded Homestuck Troll with anarchy + circus + tiger stims!

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Pickleball hijinks

Have you heard the one about the guy who brought baseball bats to a pickleball game...?

Actually, Jim Barry, who was on the other end of the camera when this picture was taken, photo-shopped himself in after the fact. So, why baseball bats instead of his pickeball paddle ...? Because that’s Jim - the only explanation I can offer.

Anyway, these hooligans - from Michigan, Illinois, Georgia and Canada -  form the core of our almost-daily pickleball sessions.

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Quote #84

Therapy is like hitting your balls with a wooden baseball bat, having someone judge the Velocity and Force and then asking why you did that.

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How to choose the right baseball bat for you

When you go to buy a baseball bat, there are a lot of things to consider. You want to find the right one for your needs, and that's not always easy. In this post, we'll help you figure out what to look for so that you can make the best decision possible.

Choose the right bat for your age & height

Shopping for a baseball bat can be a daunting task, especially if you're not sure what to look for. However, there are a few key factors that you should keep in mind when choosing the right bat for your height. BBCOR bats are designed for high school and collegiate play, and they must meet certain size and weight guidelines. If you're a youth baseball player, you'll want to choose a youth bat that's the right length and weight for your age and size. Always consult a coach or experienced player before making your final purchase. With the right bat in hand, you'll be well on your way to hitting to the best of your capabilities.

Consider your batting style

When it comes to batting, there are two main types of hitters: power hitters and contact hitters. Power hitters are known for their ability to hit the ball hard and far, while contact hitters focus on making solid contact with the ball and moving it into gaps in the defense. Both styles have their strengths and weaknesses, so it's important to consider your own strengths and weaknesses before deciding which style is right for you.

Decide on the weight and length of the bat

Baseball bats come in a variety of sizes and weights, making it important for players to choose the bat that is right for them. The weight of the bat is an important consideration, as a heavier bat will provide more power while a lighter bat will be easier to swing. The length of the bat is also important, as a longer bat will provide more reach while a shorter bat will be more maneuverable. Players should also take into account their own strength and ability level when choosing a bat. A stronger player who can generate more power may prefer a heavier bat, while a weaker player may prefer a lighter bat. Ultimately, it is up to the individual player to decide on the weight and length of the bat that is right for them.

Shop around and compare prices

When it comes to choosing a baseball bat, it's important to shop around and compare prices. There are many different types of bats on the market, and the price can vary greatly depending on the quality and features of the bat. It's important to find a bat that fits your budget and needs. For example, if you're looking for a top-of-the-line bat, you'll likely have to pay more than you would for a basic model. However, the extra cost may be worth it if you're serious about your batting performance. On the other hand, if you're just starting out, you may not need all the bells and whistles that come with a higher-end bat. In general, it's best to try out several different bats before making a purchase. This will help you get a feel for what's available and allow you to find the bat that's right for you.

Make sure you get a good warranty

When you buy a baseball bat, it's important to make sure you get a good warranty. A warranty will protect you in case the bat breaks or is otherwise damaged. It's important to read the fine print of the warranty to make sure you understand what is covered and what isn't. In most cases, the warranty will cover damage caused by normal wear and tear. However, it's important to note that some warranties may not cover accidents or deliberate damage. Be sure to ask about the details of the warranty before you make your purchase.

Test out different bats before making a purchase

When it comes to baseball bats, there is no one-size-fits-all solution. Instead, it's important to find a bat that is the right size, weight and shape for your individual playing style. The best way to find the perfect bat is to test out different models before making a purchase. Many baseball stores have batting cages where you can try out different bats and see how they feel. It's also a good idea to ask for advice from experienced players or baseball coaches. With a little bit of research, you're sure to find the perfect baseball bat for you.

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You know what Casey Jones say? "Two Bats are Better than One!" I think

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Here's useful information for people.

In the cyberpunk-future I was sent back in time from, baseball bats received a massive power-boost from some kind of cosmic asteroid baseball demon. So if you're looking to get into melee weapons, train up with a bat because you'll be able to crack an armoured car with them in the not-too-distant future.

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Look I hope Jürgen leitner is dead in every universe as much as the next guy but how funny would it be if Sam and Alice go to the Magnus Institute, Manchester and that little rat bastard is STILL in the tunnels

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Lights Out

A/n: so using logic, reader needed a weapon and what sports have a great weapon and could provide good back story? Baseball. Also no, reader is not on drugs; just thought it was funny

You were just a guy. Just a fun baseball player who happened to fall in love with a goth girl from Nevermore. You wondered how you got yourself in this position of running with your car keys to your dads new Jeep. 

Enid, Wednesdays friend and Roomate had called and told you that the freaky hand had signed to her that Wednesday was in trouble and you threw on your shoes and grabbed your jacket and where out the door.

Luckily neither of your parents were home or they would have asked why their son was leaving after curfew in a car he hit the mailbox with. That’s why you were banned from driving it.

You shoved the keys into the ignition and turned it, slammed it in reverse and bolted out of your driveway, knocking over your trash cans. 

You winced. You would fix that later.

You knew you were breaking the speed limit but you needed to find to her. You knew the general location and that’s all you needed.

Then you realized.

You didn’t bring a weapon. You looked in the back and looked for options. You saw your bag from practice: it was heavy and had a bat. Good enough.

You wouldn’t call yourself very strong but fending off someone for her? You’d do it in a heartbeat.

You made a sharp left into the woods, the beaten down path to Cragstones Crypt. You knew you were going to have to explain the mud and even more scratches on it. He was going to kill you.

You looked around form where Wednesday could be, you even rolled down your window and stuck your head out to yell. 

There was no response. You looked for a flashlight when a loud crash brought your attention back to the shattered windshield.

What did you hit? You put it in park and opened the door and got out, headed to the front to inspect the damage. It appeared you hit a sort of monster. Oh you were so dead if it was just a Nevermore kid and you just committed vehicular homicide.

As you panicked and cursed about how you’d go to prison, not save Wednesday and your dads Jeep was ruined, you heard a scream.

“Move!” She screamed and she walked to you. It was Wednesday. 

“Whoa! Are you okay?” You ran to her.

“That’s the Monster! That’s Tyler.” She said again. You then heard a loud crunching noise, you slowly turned back to the Jeep, watching in mild horror as the thing you hit was getting up. You glanced at Wednesday, “Sorry.” You pressed a kiss to her cheek as you ran to the car.

She was yelling at you as you flung open the back passenger door and jerked your bag from practice out. You turned back, “Run Wednesday! Go! The school needs you.” 

She looked at you before turning and running. You smiled, she was safe. You pulled the bat from the bag and walked to the front, where the monster was still struggling.

You lifted the bat and whacked it across the head, it looked at you with its buggy eyes that were fueled with an animalistic rage. Suddenly one of the monsters arm swung out and flung you back. You landed a good few feet away. 

You heard a set of three loud crunches as the hood and front doors of the Jeep came flying at you. You rolled out of the way and managed to stand. You breathed out in pain, grip on your bat tightening.

“I ain’t scared of you, Tyler.”

There was a time when Tyler was your friend but you both fell out of touch when you joined the baseball team. You hadn’t been there for him as much as a friend should’ve. But that twinge of guilt didn’t stop the pressing issue: 

He was going to try his damnedest to kill you. 

He came running at you, and you readied yourself and began running yourself. He took another swing at you, which you baseball slid under, lifting the bat you whack against his shoulder. 

You stood up and ran behind a tree. You breathed as you slowly attempted to scurry up it, you did so with cuts on your hands and pulsing pain in your side. You stood a few feet off the ground now, watching him.

Your uncle was a bull rider. You hoped it ran it the family as you dropped, holding the bat on both ends, slipping his neck between the bat and your body. 

He was thrashing around at this point you were losing your grip and you were struggling to hang on. 

That’s when you heard a gun shot, it must’ve hit Tyler because of the howl of pain he let out. When he jerked forward, you were flung off. You rolled for a good distance before hitting a tree stump, it knocked the wind out of you but you  lifted yourself up to see Sheriff Galpin, Tyler’s dad holding the smoking gun.

You figured he had it under control til you saw Tyler charge him, you screamed out but a wolf like creature joined the fight. You lifted yourself up and you limped back to the car, it could still drive, you turned the key and lo and behold: it started.