Yukon (OK) outfielder Landon Eason had a massive home run today against Midwest City that hit the outfield lights. Pretty impressive. Thought you might enjoy the video.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fm3Spop_jWw
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A real Musco® mash!
Welcome aboard the HSBBW ok.
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A real Musco® mash!
Welcome aboard the HSBBW ok.
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I could do that.
Wonder Boy comes to mind. Nice shot!
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Hey folks...he ain't fibbing! And how do I know? 'Cuz I'm the one getting all of the exercise while papi's soaking up all of the glory with his home run trot...actually it's more like a deliberate and cautious gait.
With a grin that doesn't quite belong, he regularly belts them out of this sanctioned and regulation sized field...the heavy night air alive with piercing orbs of stitched leather (sometimes plastic) drawing oohs and ahhs from the assembled few.
And I, brim full of hot cocoa and buttery flavored popcorn, try to make the catch as many of papi's mammoth blasts carom feebly off the light standard. I like those. Otherwise the shots that don't hit the lights I may have to run back 40' or 50' from the 125' fence. I especially get tuckered out when papi puts on his hitting extravaganza on Wednesday nights for the local press and the volunteer firemen practicing next door at the station.
The man can rake...'cuz I do all the mowing!
"It's Wednesday...are you gonna' go see papi do his thing tonight?"...
..."You betcha'! But after last week's embarrassing incident with my buttery fingers I had best remember to bring a tub of Handi Wipes®!" Fire Chief Howard didn't appreciate having to fish that ball out of the draft hose."
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- "I could do that."
Hey folks...he ain't fibbing! And how do I know? 'Cuz I'm the one getting all of the exercise while papi's soaking up all of the glory with his home run trot...actually it's more like a deliberate and cautious gait.
With a grin that doesn't quite belong, he regularly belts them out of this sanctioned and regulation sized field...the heavy night air alive with piercing orbs of stitched leather (sometimes plastic) drawing oohs and ahhs from the assembled few.
And I, brim full of hot cocoa and buttery flavored popcorn, try to make the catch as many of papi's mammoth blasts carom feebly off the light standard. I like those. Otherwise the shots that don't hit the lights I may have to run back 40' or 50' from the 125' fence. I especially get tuckered out when papi puts on his hitting extravaganza on Wednesday nights for the local press and the volunteer firemen practicing next door at the station.
The man can rake...'cuz I do all the mowing!
"It's Wednesday...are you gonna' go see papi do his thing tonight?"...
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