DR RODZINSKI's post about baseball reminded me of a story that was in one of Philip Roth's novels....a character was telling the tale of a baseball team called The Indianapolis Clowns.
One of their best outfielders only had one arm, so when he got a ground ball, he would stuff it in his mouth, shake his glove off, and then throw it into the infield. He was always afraid he would drop the ball, so he would really JAM it into his mouth. Sometimes of course, he couldn't get it back out, so his team mates had to run to him, throw him on the ground, and pull the ball out of his face. In the meantime, the other team was scoring.
At the end of the season, the manager was looking at the dismal results, and said: "You know, it wasn't our lousy pitching that did us in. It wasn't even our lousy hitting. Our biggest problem was those damn inside-the-mouth grand slam homeruns!"