It must be the legs.....

Watching a baseball game the other night , I was impressed when the color man referred to a player lumbering along to first base as someone who runs like he’s mad at the ground. For me at least, this raised all sorts of visions. A burly catcher pounding the ground relentlessly hoping to create enough vibrations to thwart the throw to first base. It also recalled the description of a slow runner as someone running like he had a corncob up his ass . He runs like a girl popped up, but having watched some girls playing ball, I don’t think the metaphor is appropriate any longer.