Throwin’ Heat

On the baseball mound was Hound Maggard. He threw strikes at the head of batters. He spit seeds in the face of catchers. And he flew into the outfield to catch fly balls. He could do it all, true.

“Hey, Jeremy,” said Hound, “I blew my arm out but I’m gonna try to pitch with my left. And if I blow out my left, I’m gonna pitch with my feet.”

Sure enough, Hound Maggard blew his left arm out and before the game was over he blew out both feet. He finished the game by spitting three strikes down the middle of the plate.

“How does he do it,” asked Jeremy.

No one answered him.


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