DUDES.
dudes.
It's time to play softball again. This fucking weather can eat that famous bag of dicks with a side of nutsack. Rain or shine (but not lightning) we get to go out there and not sit inside thinking about how fucking awesome softball is.
Softball season is here. How about this season we play like we know what the hell we are doing? No more bonehead errors, no more STRIKEOUTS, no more panty-waist dribblers to the infield! Line drives, advancing runners, opposite field utilization, aggressive base running, chatter to your teammates on defense, business-level alcoholism, backing up bases when the ball is coming in, and general know-what-the-fuck-we're-doing-ness.
I am softball, and so can you.
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