'Uh, honey, about that Speedo . . .'

No, that's just a joke. Just because you swing a big bat doesn't make you a Hall of Famer, and I was strictly an amateur. Not so with young Jason, who neglected to inform his bride-to-be about his major-league past:

"There was no way I could marry an adult film star . . . I don't know if I will ever be able to trust a man again."

Well, ma'am:

• Never trust a man to begin with; and
• If he's got UDSA Prime beef folks will pay just to see, be happy to ride the bull for free.

(Via JammieWearing Fool.)