"Wives could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this parish before. There could be wives anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his bare nose. "I HATE wives" he thought. Take Me Out to the Ball Game reverberated his entire car, making it pulsate even as the $9 café au lait circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of married women. "With a baseball bat, you can beat whoever's wife you want" he said to himself, out loud.