"Do you think we're gonna win this one, dad?"
Tourettes Guy was driving his son to see an Indians game. He was asked for his prediction of the game.
"I don't know." said Danny.
"They're not doing so well this year. They're probably gonna lose." asked his son.
"BY A MOUNTAIN OF FUCK!" shouted Danny as he pounded the dashboard, the drawer broke off and everything inside went scattering at Danny's feet.
"AW, PISS!!!" he yelled so loud that the feedback was blaring from the Big Admin's video camera. "HOLY SHIT!"
Cut to: Jacobs Field
Tourettes Guy and his son are sitting in the seats.
"We'd better win this one." said Danny. "Or I'm gonna blow my dick."
The game began and the opposing team hit the first home run.
"PISS!!!" shouted Danny. The net behind home plate blew forward a bit, like a breeze was pushing it forward, although it wasn't really the air in the wind that was doing the blowing.
The home team was up now. A hit.
"Go backā¦go back!" said Danny.
The ball is caught.
"FUCK!!" Danny yells as he pounds his seat. Just then, the strength of his weight causes the seat to break and Danny to fall through.
"AHH, SHIT!" Danny yelled.
"You alright, dad?" asked his son.
"Yeah, but my ass feels like shit." replied Danny.
Cut to: Bottom of the 9th Inning
6-5 Away team. Two outs. The bases loaded. The Indians need two runs to make a comeback. The pitch is thrown. A hit. But the ball ends up being caught by one of the outfielders. The game is over.
"Dammit! Fuck the Indians!" yelled Danny. "SHIT!!"
Danny kicked one of the seats and someone happened to be sitting in it. That person jumped and spilled his drink. He gave Danny the finger as he and his son passed by.
END
