Look, asshole, there’s a game going on here. Go chew on a fence or a car tire.
You have to give credit to the ladies of Western Oregon. You don’t see them freaking out because some nutty pit bull is yanking gloves off their hands. They’re not running for dugout. It’s almost as if this has happened before.
You wouldn’t see my ass sticking my hand in there to get the glove back, especially not my throwing hand. Fuck that. I’d just let the dog destroy my glove and grab a new one from some worthless freshman.