|My name is Sailor Jack, and I have a crappy prize for you! Also, the food I'm hawking is like little tar-coated balls of bird poo.|
On a related note, I'm reading a book that discusses how marketers target children with spokescharacters. So not only does Sailor Jack sell junk, he's luring Graham into this shady business as well! Ensnaring him with pencil toppers and cheap rings and his little rabid dog, Bingo.
Moral: Don't let your kids play baseball.