Ha ha! Look forward to seeing you at the ball yard! I will bring some of Auntie Mavis’ finest laudanum tinctures!

Good ol’ days indeed! Hearkens back to my aft’rnoons scrimmaging base ball games with the local asbestos workers union. While many were too long in the tooth to play in leagues of the major variety, they gave our squad of boastful buffoons a run for our money! Ha ha!

What a novel idea! Ha ha!

You will not speak to a base ball legend in this tone, young lad!

Ah, 1893. Twas but a young base ball player in mine early years. I hadn’t yet met mine peak when the Apothecary, who was preparing mine opium tincture, asked me to try a marvelous confection. Twas two pieces of the finest bread, betwixt which was the best of cheese. A day I will nev’r forget. Ha ha!

Nary an owner more dense than one John Fisher. I seethe at the hogwash he spew’th from his cords of vocalizing.

Nary a group of ladies more elite! Such a fantastic curation of base ball fans! Ha ha!

Ha ha!

Nary a batsman more elite!

Nary a more proper way to begin one’s daily affairs!

Ha ha!

Ah, one of Doc Farraday’s tinctures would be a remedy of perfection! Ha ha!

Ha ha!