Homesickhorn

As soon as I clicked the link, I had a confuse. I’m just glad that my crazy pills are still doing their job.

Including to known pornographers……and that’s cool, man.

I want to mention names, but I can’t. I personally know two dads who pulled their sons (pitchers) from playing high school ball their senior seasons, due to the boys’ select coaches and pitching “instructors” telling them to do so. I hope that you’re right, and that this is a rarity. But again, it just makes me shake my head.

Wow. Read the entire thread, dipshit. Because if you had, you’d see that not only was this thread started before this was news, but that even some were burned, and rebuilt. Lessons learned, hell, the whole shabang. Your dumbass popped into the elevator, farted on everyone behind you, and immediately got off on the next floor, smirking. Fuck you.

You fucking knew what I meant!

But legends never die.

So much this. Starting at age 15, my teammates and I were on the tip of the spear when it came to travel (select) baseball. For us, it was the opportunity to play during the summer in a more competitive environment than standard little league provided. The idea, at first, was to get more games in after high school broke for summer. It was also extremely fun. It’s also when I began to notice the dawn of the current baseball dad. I’ve since watched this culture evolve into an experiment that went wrong. The whole point of select ball was to get better, so your high school team could potentially compete for a state birth. Also, selfishly, to gain exposure to some coaches at the next level. Now, some of these dads don’t even let their sons play on the high school team for a myriad of reasons; They don’t like the coach They don’t think the level of competition is adequate They’re paying private fucking select coaches, and hitting/pitching instructors so much money, that the dudes are literally becoming scouts At that age, the game should be fun. I have to look extremely hard to see that in the kids’ eyes nowadays. And it’s extremely sad.

I actually do apologize for calling you a fatass. I guess I get sick of being associated with the nitwits that unfortunately, most baseball players have become, and are quickly becoming. The “getting pussy joke” was definitely a joke, but my first post kinda smothered it. Chalk it up to a shitty day, mood, etc. But I take back what I said.

I never came in hot, or played the victim. I made a tongue in cheek joke about getting laid, and you can’t let it go. I’m the victim? Keep your rant going though, you’re crushing it.

Fucking beat me to it. Verbatim.

What really sucked, was that some of us, who weren’t assholes like the ones who picked you last, got laid…a lot.

The baseball hate again. I was wearing it well until your fatass jumped in and said this shit. This thread sucks.

I’m sorry, but the comments are killing me.

The comments are solid country gold.

Damn.

Probably because that’s when your mom became all ‘uppity’?

Oh, Lit is back, my friend. I saw them and Alien Ant Farm in front of about 40 or so audience members about a year ago at some Cypress honkey tonk. (Girlfriend at the time’s little brother is their drummer now).

Dad grew up there, and played at Old High under Joe Golding. I’ve got fond memories of WF as a kid, dove hunting, learning how to catch ground squirrels. My first ever alcoholic beverage was a red draw at P2, when I was 13 years old. Pretty much all I’ve got. Pops disowned his hometown last year when they did away with Wichita Falls High School.

Are you referring to aggy, or the other SEC schools? Because, I don’t know if you’ve paid attention, but the SEC collectively shits on aggy, and has since their induction. Leave my alma mater out of it, if you’re broad-brushing this as the entire conference believes anything aggy says.

Tivy Fight Never Dies, my dude.

I was there. I remember that. And I was also dragged to the other stage by the girl I was with at the time to hear a song that was “going to change my life”. Fucking Jenny Says.

When I was a sophomore at Ole Miss, I reluctantly agreed to go to church with a black friend of mine who played football. He was from Lake Jackson, TX, and went on to play pro ball for a while. Myself, not being a church-goer, was extremely pissed about being up that early on a Sunday. But a promise is a promise. To this day, this was arguably the greatest church experience of my life. The only thing better than the service, was what I called, “the after party”. Other than my trip down to the swamp for my baseball teammates’ grandmother’s birthday party, had I experienced quantity and quality go hand in hand when it came to food. Just thinking about it today, makes me hungry. Sorry, back to the idiots.

This baseball players are idiots is tough to read. I played baseball in college. And I are smarter than y’all is, by leeps and bonds.

I’ll say it again, but, due to his article, I’ll mean it a lot more. Please sir, save some pussy for the rest of us.