Charlotte basketballers

Usage examples of bobcats.

Needless to say, Barb went on to rhapsodize over how much dear little Scott Fleck had grown this past winter and didn't Sally agree that the boy deserved a tryout as pitcher for the Bobcats, too?

It was a fishbone of resentment lodged deep in his throat, proof against all psychological Heimlich maneuvers, that the Bobcats were the losingest team in the history of Little League, baseball, and American sport.

A man might rail against the sun's rising in the east as easily as against the Bobcats once again playing the part of the walked-on in the league's latest walk-over -- such were the dull-eyed Facts of Life --but she didn't have to be so mean about it!

At least the kid had been born in this country, but still, just wait until the other Bobcats found out he was Jewish!

Everyone knew for a fact -- including Victor Harris, who had once owned a Sandy Koufax card -- that Jews played even worse baseball than Bobcats.

And five years is exactly how long it's been since I saw a glimmer of hope for the Bobcats winning even one damn game.

He got a homer every time he was up, then Coach Vic had to plod his hitless way through the team roster until Bennie's number came up again before the Bobcats could get another run on the board.

The Brothers' Meeting Bobcats had sheared through all intermediate opposition like a hot knife through a mugging victim.

The Brothers' Meeting Bobcats' parents shouted encouragement to their youngsters and hardly any racial slurs worth mentioning at the Taiwanese team.

Her husband Phil jerked her back down into her seat by the neck of her Brothers' Meeting Bobcats Booster jacket.

All the zeroes in the Brothers' Meeting Bobcats' Bennie-less innings mutated to tens and twenties and portions thereof.

Sure, the Bobcats were set to win, but the kid's sudden attack of incompetence was no mere fluke.

A quartet of loyal Bobcats flung themselves around his legs to save him from certain doom.

He's read about shape-changing wizards, about dragons and princesses and talking cars, flying loaves of bread, dancing blackbirds and bobcats that sing opera under full moons.

There were lynxes, of course, and bobcats, and she had once or twice heard the hunting cry of a track-cat, but her mother had told her that those sorts of creatures, if you caught them on a bad day or when they had nothing in particular to socialize about, would eat you as soon as look at you.