In a New York ball park Willie Martin assembled his menagerie of rag tag ass clowns to play a friendly game of ball with The Natives, who were restless, and not taking any shit that season. Willie’s Wankee’s, on the other hand, were on a losing streak, and had been for some time now. The stadium was full, it was quarter beer night, so there was more than just a few rowdies out there.
Willie paraded his Wankees out onto the field, dressed in their finest, Floppy shoes, Baggy colourful pants, and full Clown Face. Perhaps they were so ashamed of their performance, they had just decided to show their true colours, or maybe it was a distraction? Either way, the crowd was laughing hysterically at them as they traipsed onto the field.
The Natives just looked at them and shook their heads, another in a long line of embarrassments on the sport.
A fan in the stands hurled a wiener down to the field, screaming,” Catch it, Deeter!”
The Wankee Eric Deeter opened his mouth and the wiener flew right in, The crowd cheered.
The Wankees did what they do best, dragged out the game. Calling fouls, and balls, playing with their balls. The Natives and the crowd, who was good and drunk by now a twenty five cent beer had just about all they could take.
There was an eerie silence in the ball park as the words “Batter Up!” were called out.
Immediately after those words were uttered there was a melee in the ball park. Fans revolted on The Clown Clad Wankees, who truth be told were playing like clowns all season, they ascended on them like a swarm of bees on a hive. Pink Clown Hair was flying through the air in poofs like clouds of cotton candy. Willie Martin took the bat and remembering the command of “Batter Up!” , commenced to vigorously shove the bat up Deeter’s ass with great force.
The Natives’ stood back and watched, shaking their heads, commenting quietly while shaking their heads, ” And they call US Savages!”