 Let's go places. In the woods with Mr. Baseball, Bob Euchre, and his pal, Tony. Hey, Tony, we're going to need a little more wood for the fire. Nothing beats the taste of fresh using your brats on an open flame. Did you get more firewood? Open the back of the truck. These are bats, Bob. Beautiful Wisconsin hardwoods aged 50 years and touched by nothing. Not even a baseball. Oh, wow. Using your brats cooked on Mr. Baseball bats. Doesn't get any better than that.