My Luck

A Scottish tourist attended his first baseball game in the US. After a base hit, he heard the fans roaring, “Run…Run!”

The next batter connected heavily with the ball, and the Scotsman stood up, roaring with the crowd in his thick accent, “R-r-run ya bahstard, r-run will ya!”

A third batter hit a slam, and again the Scotsman, clearly pleased with his newfound knowledge of the game, screamed, “R-r-run ya bahstard, r-r-run will ya!”

The next batter steadfastly held his swing four times, and as the umpire called a walk, the Scotsman stood up and yelled, “R-r-run ya bahstard, r-r-run!”

All the surrounding fans giggled quietly, and he sat down, confused. A friendly fan, sensing his embarrassment, whispered to the Scotsman, “He doesn’t have to run, he’s got four balls.”

After this explanation, the Scotsman stood up in disbelief and screamed, “Walk with pr-r-ride man! Walk with pr-r-ride!”