The Lady Never Stood A Chance

Shoot me if I ever get to the point where I just have to sit there and take a ball to the gut from 360 feet away because I need fifteen minutes notice to get out of my chair.

And the guy with a cap needs some practice. Everyone knew that ball was going to bounce off of her like it was hitting the Green Monster in Boston. Play for the ricochet, buddy. It's Baseball 101.