Odor Eating Messiah

There is a small school child that I met when playing golf that really is a messiah of sorts.  He laughs in a beautiful stream of tones and he smells like grass in a ball park.  This guy is my friend and I hope he lives a good while, right?  So that's that.  If you meet him and his name is really DeNicko, tell him that innings are up and that he ought to go in and clean himself up.  I don't need his ties to be on my camel hump and I don't need his bed pan to be in my dining room either.  So DeNicko, get thee to a job and bake some bagels to take away that odor of the grass stains.  Get me?  Thanks.