Just came across this and had to share. Reading about this man — as we do annually — never grows dull. In times of Great Complacency, may we each excite the very strength of our own intolerance.
The only pure hitter who might out-swing this marauder of the diamond is a heavy hitting lefty who goes by the handle of William Lee Johnson. Mr. Johnson’s swing made doves cry, and pitchers defecate. His prowess with the ladies was/is also unmatched. From cradle to the grave, they’re all fair game in Billy’s erotic world. I could go on for days about him pounding 2 liters or losing battles with modified fish nets. But I won’t, because his story is still not finished, unlike that of Mr. Cobb. May God be with both of their souls?
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Love this guy, have for a long time... probably wasn't sure why at first, but as I grow older, his approach gets more and more attractive.
The only pure hitter who might out-swing this marauder of the diamond is a heavy hitting lefty who goes by the handle of William Lee Johnson. Mr. Johnson’s swing made doves cry, and pitchers defecate. His prowess with the ladies was/is also unmatched. From cradle to the grave, they’re all fair game in Billy’s erotic world. I could go on for days about him pounding 2 liters or losing battles with modified fish nets. But I won’t, because his story is still not finished, unlike that of Mr. Cobb. May God be with both of their souls?
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