A baseball manager calls up a Chinese rookie from the minor leagues
The player shows up before his first game and goes to take batting practice. The manager sees him walking to the batter’s box with a frying pan sitting on his head. He says “You can’t wear a frying pan in the batter’s box, son. You need a helmet.”
The player responds: “This is my lucky frying pan, it belonged to my grandfather. Please let me wear it.”
The manager, skeptical, lets him start taking batting practice. BOOM, the Chinese player hits a home run on the first pitch. BOOM, second pitch is a homer too.
The manager thinks “Hell, if I need a home run tonight I may just put this kid out there.”
Later that night it’s the bottom of the ninth inning, and the home team needs a home run. The manager calls to the Chinese rookie, who gets his bat and his frying pan. As he walks to the plate, the umpire tells him he can’t wear his frying pan in the batter’s box, and no number of speeches about grandfathers and lucky pans cause him to relent. Dejected, the player gets a helmet and steps into the box. On the first pitch, BOOM! Wok-off home run!