A recent Scottish immigrant attends his first baseball game in his new country. After a base hit, he hears the fans roaring, “Run…run!” The next batter connects heavily with the ball, and the Scotsman stands up and roars with the crowd in his thick accent: “R-r-run, you bastard, r-run will you!” A third batter slams a hit, and again the Scotsman, obviously pleased with his knowledge of the game, screams, “R-r-run, you bastard, r-r-run will you!”
The next batter held his swing at three and two, and as the ump calls a walk, the Scotsman stands up yelling, “R-r-run, you bastard, r-r-run!” All the surrounding fans giggle quietly, and he sits down confused. A friendly fan, sensing his embarrassment, whispers, “He doesn’t have to run, he’s got four balls.” After this explanation, the Scotsman stands up in disbelief and screams, “Walk with pr-r-ride, man! Walk with pr-r-ride!”