Bats drink on the wing, like swallows, by sipping the surface, as they play over pools and streams.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
It turns out, from what I hear, that roasted fruit bats are delicious.
I was much entertained last summer with a tame bat, which would take flies out of a person's hand.
Used to be bats had thick handles and a big barrel. Then they found it's not the size of the bat that gets home runs - it's the speed with which you can swing it.
Cricket needs brightening up a bit. My solution is to let the players drink at the beginning of the game, not after. It always works in our picnic matches.
The crack of the bat, the sound of baseballs thumping into gloves, the infield chatter are like birdsong to the baseball starved.
What I need as a player is just to get at-bats, I think.
You always want to get at-bats. You always want to contribute.
It makes no difference to me what kind of bat I have. For instance, I often grab the first bat I come across when I go up to the plate. Muggsy McGraw uses a light stick and Jake Stenzel uses a heavy one, but I'm liable to take any one of the miscellaneous lot that falls in my way.
For as the eyes of bats are to the blaze of day, so is the reason in our soul to the things which are by nature most evident of all.
Bats have no bankers and they do not drink and cannot be arrested and pay no tax and, in general, bats have it made.