This is my hattori. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My hattori is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My hattori, without me, is useless. Without my hattori, I am useless. I must use my hattori true. I must hit straighter than the bowler who is trying to skittle me. I must hit him before he bowls me. I will...
My hattori and I know that what counts in this game is not the balls we bowl, the noise of our willow, or the strokes we make. We know that it is the runs that count. We will hit...
My hattori is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its handle, its edges, its middle and its toe. I will keep my hattori clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...
Before God, I swear this creed. My hattori and I are the defenders of my wicket. We are the masters of our opponent. We are the saviors of the match.
So be it, until victory is mine and there is no runs left to score!