ReckOiNG!

Real deal Holyfield time, thunderumble in the jungle, face-slapping nipple-twister, cold shower with a tiny towel type thing happening just now.  They boys from Cody's Public House are on-point on the field.  Hot shit from our sticks, managed fury on defense, and impressive consumption in the dugout byline our fictional media presence. Some poor saps that chose to be known as 'assmen' have the honor of watching us play softball from front-row seats tonight.  While this vanity might be uncouth or egotistical, the books don't paint 'assmen' as a team capable of unseating the victory machine that is the Masterbatters.

All mojo was spent on the Blackhawks last night... nothing left for inspiration.  Drink beer, play outside, only the good... aw fuck it - let's go and kick some ass.