This is my batters helmet. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

My batters helmet is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.

My batters helmet, without me is useless. Without my batters helmet, I am useless. I must don my batters helmet with pride. I must react faster than my enemy who is trying to stop me from scoring. I must score a run on him before he stops me. I will...

My batters helmet and myself know what counts in this game is not the home runs we hit, the noise of our bat, nor the dives we make. We know that it is the R.B.I.'s that count. We will score runs...

My batters helmet is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its custom finish. I will ever guard it against the ravages of the enemy and damage as I will ever guard my legs, arms, my eyes and my head against damage. I will keep my batters helmet clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...

Before VOO DOO, I swear this creed. My batters helmet and myself are the defenders of my at bat. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my team.

So be it, until victory is ours and there is no enemy, but R.B.I.'s!