This Baseball is tough. It’s tougher than the decision I have to make at Thanksgiving on which pet to eat. And that’s tough. I like foots better, we all wait for this time of year. Come see me at foots, both college and Pros. I do a lot better over there. Yesterday’s game was a real upset. It upset me, now I can’t buy that glass eye for my sister Stella. I’ll tell ya bout her in a moment. Today, let’s look at
Boston over Tampa Bay on the ML. Hard way to go.
My sister Stella is a real gem. She lost her eye when she was peepin’ thru a hole in the wall lookin’ at the men in the gym. She wears this patch and it’s getting a little shody, that’s why I need to buy her that new glass eye. Ain’t never been married but has a group of kids, thinks the theory of relativity has something to do with inbreeding. Stella is a third generation in our family that we think conceived a baby due to an alien abduction.
Stella does like the farm life, her greatest accomplishment in life is a 10 pound turnip she grew down by the out house. Got some smart kids, her 5 year old can rebuild a carburetor. She’s pretty strict with them kids, punishes them by takin’ away their chewin’ tobacco . She has a 14 year old daughter that still smokes at the dinner table – in front of her 2 kids. But she loves her kids, reads to them all the time, especially that one about "Curious George and the High Voltage Fence" and always doing nice things for them, like hiddin’ Easter eggs under cow patties so’s they’d be easy to find. If one of ya’all are interested in Stella, just let me know. She’s lookin’ for a man, just have to put up with her 19 kids and a few irritating things she does like removin’ corns with a potato peeler and spittin on her own floor. Other than that, she’s a real gem.
