Our very generous friend, Kim, gave us tickets to the Texas Rangers v. Seattle Mariners baseball game last night. We had excellent seats, plus it was $1 hot dog night! This game was the third in a three game series, and the Rangers won! Yay!
As always, I was on strict people watch duty since I think people are extremely amusing, but this time I didn't need my eyes to be amused. We sat in front of a row of little boys who cracked.me.up. They had to be from Podunk, West Texas because every single sentence that they yelled (volume control is for sissies) had a drawl that lasted longer than each inning. Conversations about the game played out something like this:
Boy 1: Hey. Hey. Haaay! Ah betchew a mill-yin dollers he stee-yuls a bayse. A mill-yin dollers! Hey! a mill-yin dollers!
[He steals a base]
Ah told yew! Yew owe me a mill-yin dollers!
Boy 2: We didn't shayk on it!
Boy 1: Fine. Ah betchew three dollers...
Boy 3: Hey! Haaaaay! He pitches like a gur-yul! A stinkin' gur-yul could throw better'n'at!
Boy 4: Yer cray-zy! That'uz the beyest play tonite! Ah garunteeit!
I actually have a video on which you can hear the boys, but it's in need of some serious editing, unless you would like to watch the longest inning of the game..
Trust me. They were hysterical.
2 comments:
Another great comments was:
"Wer fore the Rangers, why you churn fore Ee-chee-row?"
"I lyke Ee-chee-row."
But my favorite was, "Thet one over they-er, wern a tank top,"
because obviously the syllable lost from 'wearing' had to be compensated by an extra syllable in 'there'. Thus satisfying the southern grammatical law of conservation of syllables.
HEY!! I'm from just west of Po-dunk!! At least you could spell it right. Sheesh! Believe it or not I still have to repeat myself from time to time 'cause these damn yankees up here cain't understan' me. I bin livin' here fer 7 dagun' years!!
Later,
Cliff
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