It's not the lonely balance, it's the shadows!
It's not the old technology! It's the Mickey Mouse gloves!
It's not the grown up T-ball, it's the stare!
It's not the glove for dessert or the baseballs for lunch, it's the scary plastic chairs!
It's not the athleticism, it's the neatly opened bag!
It's not the altitude, it's the cheerfulness!
It's not the glove, it's the seriousness!
And we end with this transitional moment, where baseball and bizarro meet, as a tribute to Heartbreaking, as we verge upon a case of Inappropriate Sitting:
It's not the chain link or the one-armed catcher crouch, it's the blue!
All of these cardboard cataclysms are further instances of Tribecards madness. Thank you David!