First off, I understand Basil's love for baseball. It's a great sport. One time, I went to a game in Ludowici, and they beat the crap out of some team from Richmond Hill or somewhere, 52-0. Really.
So, he and I both come up liking baseball.
Well, yesterday, he started a campaign to get a night named after him at one of his Columbus Catifsh baseball game. Then, about lunchtime, he got a letter from the Catfish saying don't be doing that. And Basil backed down.
What the hell was that all about?
Basil! You a wuss, you know that? That Brad guy was getting too many emails from folks helping you out? And you backed down?
No damn wonder we had to run your ass off from southeast Georgia! We don't play that down here.
When I go over to the Sand Gnats games, we don't put up with crap like that. Nick the Gnat didn't stop and have a beer with us at a game one time, so we kicked his ass.
You see, that's how you handle things where I come from.
And, we whupped Nick the Gnat so bad that the Savannah baseball team had to go and hire Nate the Gnat to replace him.
That's what Basil should have done.
When that Brad Hundson or whatever his name is wrote him and said to back off on the emails, he should of done something.
Well, I guess Basil did. He punked out.
Hey, Basil. Did Brad Hudson make you feel bad? You need to take you some Midol? Will that help? You didn't go and cry now, did you?
Naw, you didn't. I know. But you backed down. And that's now how we do things around here, boy.
That's why I hopped in the Dodge truck and rode my happy butt over to Columbus Tuesday afternoon. Got there late. Cause I stopped in Hawkinsvilee and met this Cherokee Indian chick at the library. Anywya, I got there about middle of the game, and found that Brad Hudson fellow.
Me and him had a talk. And I did all the talking. If you know what I mean.
I think Mr Hunston or whatever his name is now sees things my way.
So, here's the deal. I'm going to ask all my Whtie Trash Wednesday buddies to help out. I betcha they could talk ole
And, you know what? If enough go ahead and do this anyway, despite Basil's chickensh*t bakcing down, I betcha they'll have to select him for a special night. And Basil will have to buy all of y'all tickets, hot dogs, and Pepsi-Colas. That ought to piss everybody off.
Y'all with me? Let's do it. Email the Catfish about having a night for Basil. And they better pick him for it, too. I don't want to have to kick Hook's ass.
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