A recent Irish immigrant to the U.S. attends his first baseball game.
After a base hit, he hears the fans roaring "Run... run!"
The next batter connects heavily with the ball and the Irishman stands
up and roars with the crowd in his thick accent: "R-r-r-un yah
bahstard. R-r-run!"
A third batter slams a hit and again the Irishman, obviously pleased
with his knowledge of the game, screams "r-r-r-un ya bahstard, r-r-run
will ya."
The next batter's count goes up to three and two. As the pitch crosses
past outside the plate, he holds his swing. The umpire calls a walk
the Irishman stands up yelling "r-r-r-un ya bahstard, r-r-run!".
All the surrounding fans giggle quietly and he sits down, confused. A
friendly fan, sensing his embarrassment, whispers "He doesn't have to
run, he's got four balls."
After this explanation the Irishman stands up in disbelief and
screams, "Walk PR-R-ROUD, man!
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