itsnotrequired
08-18-2007, 08:37 AM
You have two options when you get thrown at. First, you walk down to first base really slowly, just mother****ing the guy verbally the entire time, and get him to come at you. Then you pummel him. The pitcher had a green glove. A green glove! I would have ridden his “Green Lantern Fruity Ass” and asked what super powers his glove had, to get him to charge at me. Or, if you are going to charge the mound, don’t go out there slow. Run out there really fast, but don’t throw a punch. The pitcher will be expecting that. Run out there and tackle him hard. Mount him. And toss bombs on his face for as long as you can before the waves of players crash over you.
After the game, half of the Mets were too scared to shake hands. We have 3 games with that team left and I fully expect the first batter to get one in the ear. You really should stop by a game if you want to see a brawl. The next game is June 28th. I got Rios to come to our team bar after the game. He was afraid he would get pummeled. He had nothing to worry about. We were able to tell each team’s version of the brawl story. Our catcher told the hitter he ****ed his sister, amongst other things. We crushed beer, Southern Comfort, and car bombs. Rios left because he had to go to work in the morning. I closed the place and drove home drunk. I woke up at 2 PM to a feast of Popeye’s Chicken and Biscuits my girlfriend fetched for me.Oh man, too funny.
http://www.sportsphds.com/editorials/readarticle.php?articleID=495
After the game, half of the Mets were too scared to shake hands. We have 3 games with that team left and I fully expect the first batter to get one in the ear. You really should stop by a game if you want to see a brawl. The next game is June 28th. I got Rios to come to our team bar after the game. He was afraid he would get pummeled. He had nothing to worry about. We were able to tell each team’s version of the brawl story. Our catcher told the hitter he ****ed his sister, amongst other things. We crushed beer, Southern Comfort, and car bombs. Rios left because he had to go to work in the morning. I closed the place and drove home drunk. I woke up at 2 PM to a feast of Popeye’s Chicken and Biscuits my girlfriend fetched for me.Oh man, too funny.
http://www.sportsphds.com/editorials/readarticle.php?articleID=495