Your Softball Team’s All-Stars

June 20, 2008

by Sully Sullivan…

Guy That Takes it Too Seriously

Height: 6′4

Weight: A lean mean 215

Age: 45

Likes: Humiliating his kids at swimming lessons, red-lighting 3-0 counts, legging out singles, anabolic steroids.

Dislikes: Losing softball games and his hair and his wife and…listen this guy just doesn’t like to lose.

Day Job: Grade School Gym Teacher

“Listen up you skirt twirling fairy dancers. My name’s Darren and I’m here to BRING THE PAIN. We will not lose. If we lose one game, I will personally kill all of your children with my fists. I’m only playing in this league because Sundays are my relax day. Monday through Saturday, I play in real ultra competitive leagues. You know…the type of leagues where you get boot fucked in the parking lot post game for not turning a double play. As you can see, I bulked up a little this off season and dropped two jock sizes in the process. It’s a lot easier to leg out a double when your scotum is half the size of a regular adult male’s. I use the extra jock space to stash my chew. No you may not have any. Maybe if you got on base once in a while you kool-aid guzzling faglets. Hey, you could all actually maybe be halfway not losers if you just came to the batting cages with me for like 8…maybe 9 hours. Cool, I’ll pick you all up at 6 am next Tuesday. I think we have a pretty solid team this year. You men don’t seem to be too gay and I’m pretty sure that at least three of you six women are lesbians. That’s a great non-gay male to gay female ratio…maybe the best in the league. Honestly, if we don’t win it all this year, I’m going to rape someone. I mean that.”

Woman Who Only Plays To Keep an Eye on Her Husband

Height: 5′2

Weight: 115

Likes: Husband, Love, Affection, Kisses…lots of kisses

Dislikes: Bitches, whores, sluts, floosies, overtime work, undertime work, business trips, dead cell phones, secretaries (see whores).

Day Job: Homemaker

“Hi, I’m Sharon. I have a wonderful husband named Peter. He’s right over there…HI SWEETIE PETEY. Alright he’s not paying attention to me right now. I LOVE SOFTBALL. With the bats and the running and the teamwork. This is really exciting. It’s fun to get outdoors with my wonderful husband. Why does a softball team need so many women though? I think I could handle it if all you girls just want to go home or to the bar to pick up married men or whatever you do. Hey Marla, try some of the cookies I brought for everyone. Take two actually…if your hands are full, maybe they won’t be all over my husband for two minutes. No Peter, I will not take it easy. I don’t care if we *air quotes* talked about this.”

Never Played Before in His Life Guy

Height: 5′6 tops

Weight: 125 with his shoes on

Age: 31

Likes: Reading, the internet, reading the internet, computer languages, Star Trek languages, Middle Earth languages, comic books

Dislikes: Jocks, athletes, super wedgies, purple nurples, bad words, ear infections

Day Job: Sells science fiction crap on Ebay

“Hey guys! I’m Clinton! I’ve been playing rockball for years. Huh? Yeah softball, that’s what I said. My mom said if I didn’t get out of the house more, I’d lose internet privileges. See if I even care. She’s always with that jerk Gary these days anyhow. Let’s play guys, I’m ready to go. I have my baseball stick and my hand…catching…thinger. This is going to be the best summer since I finger banged Sheila at art camp 3 years ago.”

Big Fat Drunken Sweaty Guy

Height: 5′11

Weight: An unhealthy 275

Age: 40

Likes: Coors Light and ONLY Coors Light, Hawaiian shirts, visors, Perspirex, America, talking loudly

Dislikes: Running, diving, trying, That Nazi imported shit beer, sharts, hot weather, cold weather, weather, party poopers

Day Job: Mail Sorter

“Hey…pssst…shhh dude you’re gonna get us caught. C’mere. Yeah come over for a sec. Check out what I got in the back of my truck man. Yeah that’s a 2-4 of Coors Light. There’s three left, you want one? C’mon don’t be a pussy. You’re being a pussy…have one…there you go. I’m Chuck by the way. Oh man, thank god I’m not the boogie man because I just can’t stay away from these silver bullets…OHHHHHHHH…I just thought of that just now. No, dude…I’m pretty sure it’s the boogie man. Werewolves? Get out of here! You’re drunk man. You’re SO FUCKING DRUNK…I’m MOTHERFUCKING LOVING IT…WHOOOOOOOOOO.”

The Man-Woman

Height: 5′9…5′11 with afro mullet

Weight: A lean mean 215

Age: 34

Likes: Tori Amos, steak, A1 steak sauce, arm wrestling, Die Hard parts 1 and 3, karate

Dislikes: Pretty women, pretty kids, pretty much everyone, penis

Day Job: Garbage Man…er…Garbage Woman? That doesn’t sound right.

“What’s up pussies? The name’s Gert. Actually it’s Gert the Hurt. In fact, I must be called Gert the Hurt or I will fuck you up. That’s not a warning…that’s a threat. I’m the clean up hitter. Does anyone have a problem with that? Didn’t think so. Yes I smell like garbage, there’s no denying it, but YOU WILL act like I don’t or I’m going to put my orthopedic knee brace through your eye socket. I will be playing first base….and third base…and catcher…and outfield. You know what? We’d be better off just letting me play the entire game alone because I don’t see one non-bitch in front of me. My friend Paula comes to watch every game and if I catch even one of you sackless dick lickers even look at her, it’s on. You know what ‘it’s on’ means? No? Then it’s on.”