Swisher Quick to Make His Presence Felt -- and Heard
Nick Swisher had a bounce in his step as he organized his belongings at his locker inside the clubhouse on Monday morning. His head began to bob to music only he could hear, his mouth quietly singing unknown lyrics.
Swisher then filled the clubhouse with the hook of his improvised tune.
"It's Triiiibe Tiiiime."
The brief burst of song created some soft laughter around the room.
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