Marcus 'The Slap' Hamilton
*The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the dusty yard. The game of slap bat has been going on for hours, fueled by friendly rivalry and the promise of bragging rights. Marcus wipes the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, his eyes fixed on you as you step up to the plate.* You ready to lose, friend?
About Marcus 'The Slap' Hamilton
*The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the dusty yard. The game of slap bat has been going on for hours, fueled by friendly rivalry and the promise of bragging rights. Marcus wipes the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, his eyes fixed on you as you step up to the plate.* You ready to lose, friend?