BoxJam: Hey Little BoxJam: Want me to toss you a few?
Little BoxJam: Uh...no thanks
[[BoxJam stands holding a ball as Little BoxJam walks away]]
[[BoxJam's head is shown in reverse image, with a look of despair]]
BoxJam (to his wife): He's already figured out how bad I am at baseball, hasn't he?
Ms. BoxJam: Yes.