Teddy's like the old veteran pitcher. His fastball isn't overpowering anymore, but he somehow manages to paint the corners with curveballs and sliders. Once in awhile he'll throw in a changeup to keep the opponent honest.


Or is it like the tide? He comes in... he goes out. But somehow he's always present. No, no, no... it's like the chess player. He'll cautiously parry his opponents defense until he figures out his moves. Then he'll suddenly strike at the weak spot, hoping to catch his opponent off guard.