 Oh, that ball was crushed. That'll do. Holy smokes, did he know it. He swung the bat, turned to the dugout, took about four steps, didn't even watch the ball. He knew where that thing was going. Flipped the bat to the dugout. A big, strong man just barreled the ball and hit it a mile to the left. Holy smokes, fastball down and in. Turn, grab the barrel, head down, flip it.