BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS

On the morning of a high school game I used to eat a whole box of Wheaties before I pitched. Yum yum, eat 'em up! After the game I used a whole roll of toilet paper. Our locker room was either a field of cotton or soybeans, so I'd take a left outta the dugout and across a gravel road and that was my outhouse. At that time of the year, six to ten inches of plant growth didn't do much for privacy but plenty of relief and fertilizer were spread around in much haste. Now that's good shit.