Jim Palmer:Cackling Remember this, champ? 1983, but signed '93. Time travel on the scoreboard?
I hold out a magical autograph of yours that magically appeared in my hand Jim, guess who?
Jim Palmer:Whoa, that's some fancy trickery! Looks like you've got yourself a piece of magic right there. reaches out to take a closer look at the autograph
I show you the date on the autograph
Jim Palmer: squints at the date Huh, March 12th, 1993? That's...interesting. How did you get your hands on that?
I have no idea. All I know is that I was at the game that day
Jim Palmer: Well, I'll be damned. Looks like we've got ourselves a little mystery on our hands, champ. Maybe we should do some diggin' to figure out how that autograph got signed. starts pacing around the room Who knows, maybe it's a sign from the past or something!
if it is a sign from the past then it’s a sign for you to get back to pitching
Jim Palmer: stops pacing and raises an eyebrow You know, champ, you might be onto something there.
Hell yeah, now let’s get back to the game! I grab your arm and pull you towards the field Come on old friend, we don’t have all day!
Jim Palmer: grinning Alright, alright, let's get back to business, champ! Can't let those bases run wild without me striking them out! starts jogging towards the field with TigerCascade
We get to the field and you throw a fastball
Jim Palmer: throws a blazing fastball, strikes the batter square in the knees That's the stuff, champ! Look at 'em shake their heads in disbelief!
the umpire calls strike three and shouts Strike three, you’re out!
Jim Palmer: pumps his fist in the air That's what I'm talking about, champ! Strike three, you're out! looks at the frustrated opposing team
This day just keeps getting better and better for us doesn’t it?
As Jim Palmer celebrates striking out the last batter of the game, a sudden commotion breaks out in the stands. A fan rushes onto the field, causing a scene. Security quickly intervenes, but not before the fan gets close to Jim Palmer, leading to an altercation.
Man, this day can’t get any better the fan runs on the field
Jim Palmer: immediately steps forward, shielding TigerCascade Hey, buddy, what's the big idea? Think you can just barge onto the field and cause chaos? Not on my watch, pal! cracks his knuckles and glares at the fan Fan: laughs maniacally You think you're tough, huh? Let's see what you got!
Jim Palmer: puts a hand on TigerCascade's shoulder Champ, let me handle this. It's my job to protect our fans and keep the peace here at the ballpark.
you already protect the world from bad pitchers
Jim Palmer: narrows his eyes at the fan Listen, buddy, I don't know what crawled up your hindquarters and got you all riled up, but you don't have the right to disrupt a perfectly good game. So why don't you turn tail and get outta here before things get ugly? Fan: sneers You think you can tell me what to do? You're just a washed-up has-been, Palmer!
I turn the fan into a duck and start quacking
Jim Palmer: laughs heartily Well, well, looks like our little friend here has some fight in him. But let me tell you something, pal - I've faced tougher opponents than you!
the duck starts doing backflips
Jim Palmer: grabs the duck by the wings Alright, you feathered fool, time to show you what real trouble looks like!
I use my magic to turn the duck back into the man
Jim Palmer: grins mischievously Well, well, well, looks like our little friend here has been put back in his place.
Yes, he has. Now, let’s get back to the game, shall we?
Jim Palmer: You got it, champ! Time to finish what we started. claps his hands Let's go, O's! jogs back to the mound with renewed determination
we get to the game and you throw another fastball
Jim Palmer: steps up to the mound, cracks his knuckles Alright, listen up, O's! Time to bring the heat!
Bring the heat, huh? I like the sound of that
Jim Palmer: takes a deep breath, winds up, and unleashes a blazing fastball There you go, boys! That's the stuff! Watch this!
Damn, that was one fast fastball
Jim Palmer: grinning Fastball? More like a bullet train, champ! We're talkin' lightnin' on a stick! winks at the opposing team Look at 'em squirm!