You see how successful Tys are? Ties are the unwanted forehead kiss of 16 inch softball. The Masterbatters are all about closing dammit. We're no heavy-petting prudes, are we? Hells no! We are the 'gitcha-drunk-buy-you-tacos-and-make-you-regret-your-decision' kinda team. Masterbatters peak ALL. DAMN. DAY. Our mildly vulgar new logo directly represents our ability to finish. So let's pull our heads out of our keesters and really fight this week!
'Oh but Coach, we didn't lose!' Sit on it, hophead. We match up this evening (field drainage pending approval by the delicate pansys (its a flower!) of Players Sports Group) against team Finger Guns. I feel like we've played them before, but a quick look through the archives & I can't find any insulting words. So...
Team Finger Guns, eh? You know when finger guns were topically humorous? When Carlton on the Fresh Prince of Bell-Aire was pissed because he didn't get a job after his interviewer game him 'the wink & the gun'. That was 15 damn years ago! Get bent. There are 2 people that still use finger guns today. Handicappingly douchey morons and business people. Get tetanus. (hehehe, tetanus has anus in it!) Finger Guns are a certified way to make yourself the most hated person in a photo. Get friends. Google Image search finger guns and look at what shows up. Outside of the MLK photo, you'll want to stab everyone. Get audited. These exist. Get iced.
Someone bring cups tonight... everyone bring mad skillz.
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