The pool cue has nerves in it.

My golf clubs. Putter, niblick, No.3 iron.

You can see the baton left his hand. No more baton.

A big stick, a baton stick.

Call it.

Take a cue.

Cue, yes.

You'd be better off with an ordinary cue. That's a bridge.

I plan to watch a game at the baseball field the day after tomorrow.

The deaths were allegedly caused by blows to the head administered by rapid intervention police, military forces and prison guards wielding clubs, baseball bats and sticks with nails.

These curved cues can be difficult.

I'd take a baseball bat and break it over his head.

And it's mostly advertised for its motion sensor capabilities so you can swing a tennis racket, or hit a baseball bat.

Nothing but baseball.

My golf clubs.

My downbeat marks a pause.

What, baton twirling?

He prefers football to baseball.

I am playing baseball.

I'm playing baseball.

On my bat.

You hit me with a billiard cue.

Maximum number of strokes player can take on this hole.

I like playing baseball.

He is a baseball player.

They are baseball players.

Hey, look there's the ballpark.

Ah, a baseball player, huh?

And there's that baseball match, too.

Whip shafts too.

Alright, you mallethead, what are you doing?

Put up your cue and come along.

Rack up your cue, we're leaving.

He can play both tennis and baseball.

I would caddy, I would go to the golf course and caddy for people.

Tom likes to play baseball.

Let's play baseball!

Ken wants to be a baseball player.

We enjoyed playing baseball.

He played baseball after school.

He played baseball after school.

He will play baseball tomorrow.

He doesn't care much for baseball.

Don't you like baseball?

Let's play baseball.