Leroy Raker may be a psychopath, but he sure knows how to wave a hunk of wood near a plate in the dirt. He’ll give the pitcher the death glare even as he’s charging up a ball with enough energy to land it in an order of garlic fries 350 feet away.
In Game 2 of the World Series, he finally proved himself to the seasoned criminals of penitentiaries nationwide when his last-ditch swing at a two-strike pitch ended with him roaring from atop second base. The winning base runner was champagning back in the clubhouse, and he just roared.
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