It’s nothing dirty. It’s actually quite tasteful. There’s a professional cast and a well-respected producer, so don’t freak out (or, as the case may be, get too disappointed). Here’s the deal…
There’s a small theater on Broadway called Symphony Space which hosts a political cabaret called “The Thalia Follies” every few weeks. Each performance has its own theme, and the one taking place today happens to be about baseball and sex. As an expert in both fields, I’ve been invited to join the cast and perform two pieces from my book.
First, I’ll be sharing the poem at the end of the hitting chapter. It’s a collection of verbs that are used by announcers to mean “hit” and the first two (of 20) stanzas go like this:
Squib, squirt, nub, chop,
Drive, line, send, pop.
Lift, loft, lace, lash,
Scald, slice, serve, slash.
Later in the show, I’ll give the audience a formal explanation (and demonstration) on why players are always grabbing their crotches.
Get ready, folks…