@JoshPateCFB Maybe time you stepped out of the kiddie league, meat. Someone tosses a cookie like that when I’m at the dish and I could mash it 400’ with a garden hose.
700? I think I might have topped that in my Tuesday night league last season. But I didn’t do it for the standing ovations, I did it because I love the grind. And because I’m better than everyone else.
@JOEL9ONE Mash. Don’t wear sleeves. Busch beer is a PED. Walks are for pussies. It’s not your fault if one of your piss rockets shatters a windshield or a tibia.
@stoolpresidente Decent cut but you need a lot more torque if you want to truly mash nukes like the big boys. A little creatine and Busch beer shake would numb up that shoulder. Hit me up for the recipe.
Sorry, sometimes I need to humble these young bucks. But when you throw a big fat potato, I’m gonna mash. Nothing to be ashamed of other than seeing how far down the totem pole you are from the elite level players.
Listen, I may be such a dominant force that it makes you believe I’m a supernatural softball-mashing deity, but please don’t call me God. I’m too humble. And three beers? I’m three beers deep before I button up my sliding pants.
@MattSebek Does that mean you’re the guy I need to talk to about getting these turds to stop calling the soccer field a pitch? It’s a field. Everyone knows that a pitch is what I mash all the way to Pluto.
It was a 3-1 pitch with ducks on the pond. What am I supposed to do, take a walk like a co-ed league chump? Of course I took him deep, I just got carried away and almost chopped a leg off the Arch. Deal with it.
Settle down, twerps. I play one weeknight game in Wentzville, torch a piss rocket into next week and people suddenly think martians are invading. Apparently they’ve never seen the raw power that this type of torque can generate.
I once played a Halloween tournament dressed as Maverick from Top Gun just so I could yell “I’m switching to missiles!” right before I smoked another gap shot or “I’ve got your Mig dead ahead” while the pitcher was tossing me a meatball. Needless to say, I mashed.