Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's uh, I don't even fucking know what day it is. It doesn't matter anymore. You know what?

Who's counting the point is I'm doing well. Things are good. I love the fucking life. Baseball is coming.

Busy baseball every year. We go down. We heckle. I feel bad about myself because these are kids. They're barely like,

they have their baseball chops for a bisbee level.

But they're fucking yeah, they're they get really angry because you heckle them and you and I'm not cruel. I don't use bad language as kids there. You have to you have to craft your heckles to make them like adult friendly, even if they're naughty so you can't go do you say that in front of my kid. Well, I said it in a way if your kid understands that at four years old. You're saying some fucking shit to him at home. We could get that if he could.

I believe what I was saying out of that curve ball. I just wanged around his little fucking noggin. But here's the thing. The fucking league went under again. They do every year. But now as we're getting towards no one's talking baseball. Usually by this time I have whatever guy's going to start up the new league.

Talking to me, well, you know, we just wanted your input. No, you want me to fucking hustle up my friends because no one in this artsy fucking town cares shit about baseball. You want to get me to get my friends.

And then we all sneak up into bleachers and drink smuggled in alcohol. And and heckle and we have make it fun. But now there's no baseball. So this is my idea.

Like if I if I were ever to do a Kickstarter, which I wouldn't unless it was dire circumstances or something really funny like this. It only be funny to us.

And not even to us. There's a limited amount. There's a small king Arthur's round table of us in in Bizby that would even think this is funny. But to start an entire baseball league.

That as far as Bizby knows is this giant league that has all the surrounding Phoenix and Las Vegas, even albacurky El Paso Denver for Christ says Denver is coming in.

But what they don't know is we feel that a Bizby team and another team that will every fucking weekend will just peel off the Velcro letters, slap some more on.

Oh, now you went from El Paso to Denver. Same uniform. Just put some different Velcro Velcro letters on. So one team would be the Bizby team. Right.

And concurrently you would draft the other team as a yeah. And that team would be a team that would be the visitors every week. They're the enemy. It's the fucking Cuban national team. Get.

Yeah. I even know that I think I have a guy that at the newspaper might even play along with it tongue and cheek.

I like he wouldn't want to he writes most of the shit for the Sierra Vista slash Bizby newspaper. I won't drop his name.

But I think he would like risk doing the Brian Williams. What is that guy's name? The guy that's an old shit. Brian Williams.

Yeah. To if he could write it tongue and cheek enough where you could go. It was obviously a joke the whole. This was satire clearly satire. Obviously to anyone who's not a knit wit. Bizby wasn't playing the Cuban national team at the war in ball field.

They all had the same big black moustaches. Yeah, give him Super Mario fake moustaches one week. The next week they're playing the New York Yankees really.

Well, you wrote about that seriously tongue and cheek serious. How could you not know? So it would be funny to the people who are in on it because we we would still do all the you know pranks and gags and goofy shit and make it fun for the kids as well as make it.

You know, loud enough for the adults and sell beer the only place they could sell beer. We smuggle our own in because you can't count on. Shouldn't we sell the beer? No. No.

There's a whole catering license involved. But there's so much bullshit just to get beer in that fucking ballpark. That's why we spent last season. They made it bullshit. Well, this is how we get them.

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