Bad boys bad boys,..whatcha' gonna doooo?
Well I for one, am gonna swish sway my know-it-all hiney up to the ol' AD's desk,.....gonna throw down a large check on his 1960's outdated formica desk. Gonna wink a little, flash him the ol' pearly white smile, and then I'm gonna tell him if he don't get his baseball coach in line and get my son on that darn &^&^$%^$@ starting roster list, I'm gonna take back the check on his desk, the 300 buckets of balls that I bought for the team, & I'm gonna threaten to redecorate my donated snack shack into a pink pizza pub for the girl's s****r team, exclusively!
If that dont work, I'll scream through a bullhorn at the top of the bleachers and tell everyone within' earshot that the coach's brain ain't no bigger than the size of a single
green pea and that my pet poodle could coach better than him!
( Will probably send a few emails his way under an assumed name too, just for an additional kicker.
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Next, I'm gonna pump up my son and make sure he knows he's the ONLY true stud on the team and that his teammates are about as useful as a snail drinking Nyquil. I'll be sure to reiterate to him that its the coach's fault he doesnt have half a dozen DI full-ride scholarships sittin' pretty in his little hand,...( gonna go buy him some new snazzy equipment too to get him over his apparant mental hitting slump ) and if that don't bring a twinkle to lil' ssmomma's son's eye,.....then by golly, I'll just have to form my own team & coach him myself! How bout' them apples?
So much for all the hyped HSBBW mumbo-jumbo about hard work, sweat, & determination needed to get ahead of the game- bah! Which silly Old Timer said that?
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Sing it with meeeee..... " Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna dooo? Whatcha' gonna do when they come for you???? "