It's a round ball and a round bat, and you got to hit it square.
The sun was set; the night came on apace, And falling dews bewet around the place; The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings, And the hoarse owl his woeful dirges sings.
Riddle me this, riddle me that. Who's afraid of the big black bat?
I touched Roger's bat and held it to my heart. My bat will lie next to his. I'm damn proud of that.
I keep a lucky red rag in my pocket when I bat, which has been a good luck charm for a few years.
The harder you grip the bat, the more you can swing it through the ball, and the farther the ball will go.
I am not a bat. ~Rephaim
To cure a batting slump, I took my bat to bed with me. I wanted to know my bat a little better.
The baby bat Screamed out in fright, 'Turn on the dark, I'm afraid of the light.
I won't be happy until we have every boy in America between the ages of six and sixteen wearing a glove and swinging a bat.
Hitting. That's what I enjoy most. Realistically, it's probably the hardest thing to do in all of sport. Think about it. You've got a round ball, a round bat, and the object is to hit it square.
Young man, if that bat comes down, you're out of the game
In real life my son plays cricket and I understand the worth a bat holds for the player.
On the bat’s back I do fly After summer merrily.
You know when you've hit a good shot. I use a bat that weighs two pounds and nine ounces, and it makes a reassuringly solid sound when I connect properly. The ball pings off the middle.
If Trescothick had tried to get me off the field when batting well, I'd have hit him with my bat.
It's a Little Leaguers game that major leaguers play extraordinarily well, a game that excites us throughout adulthood. The crack of the bat and the scent of the horsehide on leather bring back our own memories that have been washed away with the sweat and tears of summers long gone...even as the setting sun pushes the shadows past home plate.
I grew up on the softball field. Every day I would take my glove and my bat with me.
I bought my son a bat for Christmas. On New Year's it flew away.
What is it like to be a bat? What is it like for a bat to be a bat?
A large part of my childhood was spent holding a cricket bat. The first time I picked one up was in the garden aged about six, and I've never really put the bat down since.
I take great pride in my defense because the bat is not always going to be there.
Karen will never die. Max Mutchnick, one of the creators of the show, has always maintained that Karen is a bat who balls up and hangs from a rafter and sleeps during the day and that she'll live forever.
I had been playing for a while, and I asked Louisville Slugger to send me a dozen flame treated bats. But when I got it, I realized they had sent me a box of ashes.
My father gave me a bat for Christmas. The first time I tried to play with it, it flew away.
