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.