Maple

Panel 1. At a night game, the batter swings and the bat splinters. The jagged barrel flies toward the plate umpire, point first. No dialogue.

Panel 2. Sam has stepped left, out of the barrel's path. It is embedded in the backstop pad behind him at chest height. No dialogue.

Panel 3. Sam has pulled the barrel out and studies its sharp end. The catcher stares at him. Catcher: “You okay, Blue?”

Panel 4. Sam hands the broken barrel to the batboy. Batboy: “Souvenir?” Sam: “I hate maple.”