Apparently, all you have to do is throw these on your paws and BOOM, you’re knocking balls out of the park four times a night. Well, so says a Franklin Baseball promoter.
I do love the nickname “HAMBONE” inscribed on the wrist. Since everyone in Texas constantly has meat and home run power on the brain, I can’t say I am too surprised he landed this nickname.
Speaking of landing, there are still a few baseball fanatics waiting outside Baltimore’s Camden Yards, hoping one of the four “Hambone” home runs that were hit the other night might eventually come out of orbit and land in a crab-cake.