I ate breakfast yesterday at a restaurant. The waitress was 5-foot-10 and blonde and thin and cute…and from Poland. Did I ask for her phone number? No. I asked her to teach me how to say “Please throw me the ball” in Polish. (I need help.) She tore off the bottom of the check and wrote the phrase–in Polish–in black ink. Then I asked her to say the phrase (about 10 times), and as she did, I wrote it phonetically in blue ink.
As you can see, it’s pronounced “POE die mee PYOOK-uh.”
I suppose I should’ve written “dye” instead of “die,” but you get the point, not that it even matters because there are no Polish-speaking major leaguers, as far as I know.
For the record, I can now ask for a ball in 32 languages.