I normally make a point to avoid spiders, mostly because I have it on good authority that they want to kill me. But this spider?
This spider is different. This spider could knock on the oaken door of my boudoir, and I would open it and, while wearing something uncomplicated, invite him in to ravage me. Baseball Spider, I would say, do with me what you will. Go Twins, I would also say.
(Image and underlying genius courtesy of 365 Spider)