Some years ago, I had to back hand an Emu across the head. It was showing far too much interest in me and no matter what I did, it kept creeping closer and closer to me. Eventually, it was within arm's reach and staring me down so I slipped one of my shoes off and clocked it. It took off like a rocket and left me alone then.
Me and the two guys I was with pretty much collapsed with laughter, watching the big, gormless bird take off with it's neck folded back flat along it's body and it's legs going like a demented threshing machine.
I dunno about a baseball bat but an old tennis shoe was pretty funny... :lol: