Thursday, April 05, 2018
Timing Amps!
Rentz hired Timing Guy and why not?
His softball career this season had been
merely competent.
No pop!
He wanted more. Not unrealistically so.
Not being slugger, thumper, he could
best contribute by increments. Pretty
good fielding plays, and singles
hitting. All-round hustle!
So what? Did the yearned-for girls
even notice.
No way.
So, life of moderate success can
be painful.
He broke through at the end of
an excruciatingly boring game
against Tip Top Real Estate.
Hit a ball, somehow, that took
a wicked hop and got through
their best fielders for the winning run!
Rentz, Hero! Mobbed by his team and
hugged! Wrestled down in mud and dirt.
Then the WAVE OF UNSTOPPABLE
WOMEN! Their kisses!
Now, Timing Guy is not a magician!
Luck brought Rentz, and team, victory.
But his services kicked in after the
celebration in twilight gloaming.
Unearthly! as the bullshit real estate
salesmen, collapsing, wept and
gnashed and moaned and screamed!
gnashed and moaned and screamed!
Their rapacious mouths glowing purple.
Anyway, their harrowed hurt made his day, his triumph, ever more complete!
“Planted a few suggestions beforehand,”
shrugged Timing Guy.
He accepted the new Visa with the chip,
and Rentz punched in a generous
gratuity!
Labels: competent, heroic, poor sports, softball, team, Visa, women fans
