Yes! It’s so hot, my eggs come out hard boiled. It’s so hot, the extra-crispy recipe was made in my honor. It’s so hot, my act isn’t even called half-baked anymore!
Inside the suit, I am my own rainforest. I swear I must hold the world’s record for most sweating by one person in a lifetime. It’s probably 125 degrees on an average work night, but it’s become second nature.
But still, truth be known, I won’t complain because there’s no frying in baseball.
As Harry Truman used to say, “If you can’t stand the heat, stay out of The Chicken.”