I was born just after the dinosaurs died out in Iowa, about 300 years ago according to Iowa's new soon to be first Lady, Michelle Bachman.
I can't hit or run.
If balls are hit to me I can still catch them.
My arm is sore, my calf hurts, and I need Tommy John surgery in my elbow and knees.
I did hit a home run once, which IIH,IIF,IIc still honors with a sidebar labeled, " Making my bones."
It should be amended to read, " Making a bone once."
I am hiding in the dugout.
I think I have been forgotten, which would be best.
I get paid a lot more than any of you do for what I once did.
Now, I do nothing, contribute nothing, think of nothing, and still get paid.
A lot.
Do you all love me?
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