Pretty soon, I'll ballpark it around 4th inning, we're at the point where all of us are pretty hammered except Sober Sally who's taking this shit way too seriously. P.S. I could honestly watch that little guy on the right fall all day. Fucking classic. Like honestly what is he doing?
It's the bottom of the 9th, but you wouldn't know it because no one is playing the game anymore. Sober Sally still trying to hit the ball and the rest of us are just taking bat swings to the head. Welcome to blackout baseball.
Honestly I may sound like a giant jerk who all he does is drink and fuck around with his bros, but now that I've had a chance to think about it, thats what this game is. Just going and hanging with your friends who feel like family and some booze to lighten the day. Al Spalding, my creative person in question, was an All-American pitcher. He understood what brotherhood was like, and what it was supposed to be. That's why he created the rules of baseball. Some people just don't get it, but if you do, you understand that it's the greatest feeling in the world to be with your brothers. Sloshball would be nothing without Al Spalding, and for that I thank the legend himself.
I'm gonna throw this last one in here just because it's Saturday and it sums up the Baltimore Orioles coaching staff. Optimistic but unsuccessful.




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