We’re sure someone will have video of this soon enough, but his dugout ritual of lapping up the barrel of the bat seemed…well…slightly abnormal. It was a good long tongue lapping from about midway down the barrel up. Very awkward. But, then again, what do we know. If licking a little ash (ok, probably maple but it was a fat one right over the plate) helps him continue to improve his production with RISP, we’re all for it. You do your thing, David.
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