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A small church group was trying to organize a baseball team. They could only muster eight players, but finally found a ninth
to play.
In desperation, they called on an Englishman, a new parishioner who had just moved to town and invited him to join their team.
During their first game, the Englishman came to bat, and on the first pitch, he knocked the ball out of the park.
"Run!" his teammates cried. "For Pete's sake, run!"
The Brit turned and stared at them icily. "I jolly well shan't run," he replied. "Why should I? I'm perfectly willing to buy
you chaps another ball."
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