A (slightly homoerotic) poem by youthful Twins outfielder Carlos Gomez, who speaks to his bat before every trip to the plate.
A boy and his bat
When I was 10 years old
Every time you see me at the plate
I smell it, I kiss it
I talk to my bat
I do it depending on the situation.
Sometimes I tell it,
'Come on, get a base hit now,
or I won't use you no more,
you have to get a base hit.'
When the bat does his thing
base hit
after that, I kiss it.
I love my bat.
I say sometimes,
I say sometimes,
'I love you, keep going.'
Source: Gomez at home atop Twins' lineup
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