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Battle of the MOB

May 18th, 2006 by Kevin

Tonite, I go into battle. Granted my opponent is just some pansy lawyer who bloviates about letters to the Star&Sickle all day long. That right, it\’s the first softball game between Team Ecker and Team Foot tonite in Eagan at an undisclosed location (right above Cheney\’s bunker).

Beer will be drank and it will be good. It is not decided if I\’m pitching tonite or not. But if I am, I promise the world I will do my best to bean Foot up the side of the head and save us all from further torture. Such is my duty.

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3 Responses

  1. LearnedFoot Says:

    A pansy dork-engineer who bloviates about illegal aliens (endlessly) is no mach for a buff, handsome lawyer who writes haikus.

    Put your money where your mouth is, big boy? Say, six-pack of premium beer to the winner?

    I’m thirsty.


  2. Kevin Says:

    HEH! My illegal aliens can kick your papers ass.

    Haikus….bah. Why don’t you just wear a baret and surrender?

    As far as the bet goes, you’re on….if by “Premium” you don’t mean that grainbelt crap?

  3. LearnedFoot Says:

    Buy “premium” I mean the type of beer that you can’t afford on your salary.

    Bet’s on.