Thursday, April 26, 2007
Bad Form, Old Bean. Bad Form.
Here's a picture of Hugh Grant throwing a container of baked beans at a photographer. A friend of mine sent me this picture today and said that it reminded her of my softball game (only reversed because I'm left-handed).
Apparently, I throw like Hugh Grant. And, unfortunately, Hugh Grant throws like a girl. So, to follow that particular syllogism, I'm sorry Hugh, but we've seriously got to work on that arm of yours, old chap. If I'm going to be compared to you in the future, please... let's butch it up a bit, okay?
I see a lot of potential, thankfully, and his form's not half-bad. In fact, I'd even go so far as to say that he, like me, either throws like a very masculine woman, or a very feminine man. The arm's in a good spot, but the shoulder is all out of whack. Hugh needs to learn to step into the throw. And, there's no way he could ever throw a successful slider into a photographer's giblets with his thumb being where it is. You're just begging for Tommy John surgery with a throw like that.
*update* I've been informed by a loyal reader via email that the object Hugh Grant is holding in his left hand is, in fact, the keys to the only remaining unlocked chastity belt in the greater Cardiff area --currently being worn by a very frustrated intern at the BBC.