Opening Day Slugger

Rolling into Louisville called for an immediate grand slam entrance! Right across the polished walnut luggage bench rested a souvenir miniature wooden baseball bat beside an open city visitor map. I marched right up, planted my feet squarely in a batter's stance, and wrapped both paws around the smooth turned maple grip. Hoisting the tiny bat over my shoulder with showman bravado, I gave it a crisp, theatrical practice swing through the morning sunbeam! I tapped the rounded barrel against the brass latch of an open travel trunk with a ringing clack, tipped my derby brim with an exuberant wink, and declared opening day officially underway!