Mrs ERJ and I were in Grand Rapids, Michigan watching Belladonna pitching dwarves.
She was all pins-and-needles. She was going to be throwing on a plywood floor and she was not used to the springiness or slickness of the surface.
Before she threw I sniffed the air and said, "Do you know what I smell?"
She sniffed, maybe expecting a skunk or a sewage backup.
"Nope." she answered.
"I smell a personal record." I said.
I was wrong, but she did the best today that she has done in the last 22 months. She pitched the dwarf 50.74 inches. It probably helped that the dwarf she drew for that round was particularly flatulent.
I think the dwarves like Bella. She treats them with respect.
Frankly, I will not be surprised if, in the future, Bella starts plying dwarves in beverages that are reputed to cause flatulence.