His Discerning Eye

Under the table, there was a collection of metal baseball bats. But one of them caught Bruce’s eye. To the untrained eye, they all looked the same usual baseball bats. But he knew, what a treasure it is that he is holding in his hand. At first, he wasn’t sure about it too, but somehow his instincts were telling him that there is more to this ordinary wooden baseball bat than meets the eye. What was so special about this bat?