They're right. My baseball life is short. That "Drinks" poisoned me too deeply. Now I'm really too giant to play the ball...no one dare and no one want to play baseball with a behemoth.
"SORRY, SEEMS MY BASEBALL LIFE IS END LITTLE FURBALLS. I CAN'T PLAY WITH YOU ANYMORE." I grab them carefully to put them on my hand or shoulder...where they want to stand on. Now they're not big as my one finger.
"Don't mind, David. You make a most funny game ever! Here's your cup!"
"HA! THANKS. JUST PUT IT YOU THERE."
"Da...david. Can you sign your name here?"
"HUH? OH...MAN. DON'T YOU THINK THAT IS TOO SMALL? TAKE A "LARGER" ONE! HAHA!"