Just so you have a better understanding of what kind of human being you are dealing with, I thought we needed to have a little meet and greet with my bro Bmase. So consider this the waiving of your legal rights and dont come bitching to me when you blow your rent money on his "sure things" or all women stop speaking to you when you use his pickup lines. This story pretty much sums up his philosophy about sports and life. Enjoy.
Oh, and the world wide web was down at work yesterday. Don't go thinkin i'm slackin.
Mmase
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Not sure if this story has been made public or not. But it was the summer of 2009 and I had brewers tickets. Most of us know how drunk I get at tiger games, the big boy statue out in the right field of Comerica knows what I'm talking about. So you could only imagine my intoxication level for an irrelevant national league baseball game in milwaukee. Anygay.... it was getting late in the game and there was a 4 sitting directly infront of me. This girl was gaining a point an inning as the miller lite got accidently dropped down my throat. Once she hit a 10, it was time to make a move. I came at her with something hot, like "whats your first name?" Of course she ate it up and was turned around looking deep into my greenish blue eyes. But then this whore started talking sports. And thats when I really get upset. She started talking her shit about Brett Favre and what a man he was. I mean I get it, dude looks awesome in tight jeans, can throw a 90 mph slant route, and chews a tin a day. The guy is sweet, but he has also cost the lions about 25 wins over the last 15 years, so for that, I'll fucking curse his name til the day he dies. Having said that........thats when I dropped the quote of 2009, and I stand by it. While getting held back by friends as my passion hit its boiling point, i screamed for the entire section to hear "you will be fingering yourself to Matthew Stafford in 3 years!" I think JoeyBallGame's first t-shirt might have just been created.
Incase you were wondering how the rest of my conversation went with this swamp donkey, she turned immediately around and did not respond to me the rest of the game. I chirped the shit out of her the next 3 innings and i believe I made her cry. Sorry for correctly predicting your masturbation habits, boom roasted.
This story makes me remember my date with Tom Izzo's goddaughter during my days at Michigan State. This girl was smoking and way out of my league, and I had the balls to tell her Tommy Amaker was a better coach than Izzo. I dropped her off after the date and never heard from her again. Fuck my life
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I was at this game with Bmase, it was epic. Day starts out with hungover golf. Might have been the only time I wanted to quit golfing, since it was so hot I felt like I was playing on the sun. Bmase has a couple of beers while playing. Then we go to some hokey Miller Lite tailgate party and Bmase crushes free beer. Finally the fun begins and ends with his story.
ReplyDeleteThat's a funny story Bmase but you do make a very valid point, Tommy Amaker is a better coach than Tom Izzo. You see the shit he is doing with that Harvard squad?
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