class, ladies. (i.e., i crossed the border.)
come down here to metropolitan atlanta, where one county has lawn bowling and sips lemonade on the rocks, and the one right next to it throws events called "touch-a-truck." it's invigorating! set a "spice-up-your-life-diversity-campaign" bit over here with the tents and everything. okay, hold onto your hats because this entire blog entry will be one paragraph for aesthetic purposes. okay: our last softball game was a home game, versus a brutish red/black team from SCRA. i don't want to be mean, but they aren't exactly the sweetest kids. tawk lak thas eyund cayun't aven trate they'ure bast frands wi' sum raspact. it happens. they had the nastiest "we're so much better than you" attitudes; cocky in every way. it really was infuriating. they trash-talked the umpires and even the parents on the other team were no better than they were. they had beaten us (actually, nearly pummeled us if we hadn't given all we got, a final score of 7-9), but it was not the last time they saw us. so...today, we had the visitor's game at their park, and during pre-game warmup, coach hank rallied us up for a pep talk, if you will. he looked at us directly in the eye and with the utmost sincerity, asked us to beat the team. NOT with cockiness. with class. with our heads held high, restricting ourselves to ever sink down to their level. and we promised we would do it, we promised we would tell that team. first inning: 2 runs to 0, holding them off and preventing a single person on the other team to even set foot on base. second: 5 runs to 0. third: 5 runs to 0. fourth: 6 runs to 0. etc. they didn't even score. final result: 9-0. and when we lined up to shake their hands, we greeted them with a sincere "good game" and then a run back to our dugout with something to be proud about. SO KIDDIES! :D WHAT'S THE MORAL OF THE STORY WE HAS GOTS TODAY?! OH, YES, YOU'RE RIGHT! KEEP YOUR CLASS, YOU HAS GOT SKILLZ TO BEATZ OUT THE MEANIE-HEADS.
btw, i'm sorry, i am so mean, but there was one girl who got on my nerves because she is one of those girls who thinks she is the hottest thing since psychoanalysis. scalp covered in a mop of long blonde hair, most likely dyed out of its platinum sheen, a nose ring (now don't get me wrong, nose rings rock my pants, but you could tell she had one because beachy californians carry them) and an aritificial tan. her nails were like, ghetto long, beautimous french manicure which would cause her death alarm if broken. and, yes, bad mouth like the rest of them. i think she was named mariah after the pop diva. that's lovely. :)
come down here to metropolitan atlanta, where one county has lawn bowling and sips lemonade on the rocks, and the one right next to it throws events called "touch-a-truck." it's invigorating! set a "spice-up-your-life-diversity-campaign" bit over here with the tents and everything. okay, hold onto your hats because this entire blog entry will be one paragraph for aesthetic purposes. okay: our last softball game was a home game, versus a brutish red/black team from SCRA. i don't want to be mean, but they aren't exactly the sweetest kids. tawk lak thas eyund cayun't aven trate they'ure bast frands wi' sum raspact. it happens. they had the nastiest "we're so much better than you" attitudes; cocky in every way. it really was infuriating. they trash-talked the umpires and even the parents on the other team were no better than they were. they had beaten us (actually, nearly pummeled us if we hadn't given all we got, a final score of 7-9), but it was not the last time they saw us. so...today, we had the visitor's game at their park, and during pre-game warmup, coach hank rallied us up for a pep talk, if you will. he looked at us directly in the eye and with the utmost sincerity, asked us to beat the team. NOT with cockiness. with class. with our heads held high, restricting ourselves to ever sink down to their level. and we promised we would do it, we promised we would tell that team. first inning: 2 runs to 0, holding them off and preventing a single person on the other team to even set foot on base. second: 5 runs to 0. third: 5 runs to 0. fourth: 6 runs to 0. etc. they didn't even score. final result: 9-0. and when we lined up to shake their hands, we greeted them with a sincere "good game" and then a run back to our dugout with something to be proud about. SO KIDDIES! :D WHAT'S THE MORAL OF THE STORY WE HAS GOTS TODAY?! OH, YES, YOU'RE RIGHT! KEEP YOUR CLASS, YOU HAS GOT SKILLZ TO BEATZ OUT THE MEANIE-HEADS.
btw, i'm sorry, i am so mean, but there was one girl who got on my nerves because she is one of those girls who thinks she is the hottest thing since psychoanalysis. scalp covered in a mop of long blonde hair, most likely dyed out of its platinum sheen, a nose ring (now don't get me wrong, nose rings rock my pants, but you could tell she had one because beachy californians carry them) and an aritificial tan. her nails were like, ghetto long, beautimous french manicure which would cause her death alarm if broken. and, yes, bad mouth like the rest of them. i think she was named mariah after the pop diva. that's lovely. :)
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