"So we can analyze his pitches?" asked Mitchell.
"No, so I know where you are on the bench. You're never batting against him again."
A concerned Granny began screening Kevin's phone calls. She had him park his car out back to make it look like he wasn't home. She even asked her church to pray for him.
"Kevin, to be a good ballplayer you've got to get your rest," Granny recalls telling him.
"Granny, I'm grown!" he protested. "I'm a man!"
"Well, you still act like a baby. You don't know enough to keep a clear mind and be sure it's on baseball. You've got to think of hitting the ball. Your batting average is down to .243."
"Oh, Granny, averages don't mean nothing."
"Well, they mean something to me."
"I'm just in a little slump."
"You've been chasing pitches out of the strike zone."