Part III: The Rivalry: Sandlot Style

In Part II, we looked at some of the best games between the two rivalries. How do these two teams come to meet? It's the trash talking that leads up to it.

Beltran (Mets): It's easy when you play with rejects and a fat kid, Rollins.
Hamels (Phillies): Shut your mouth, Beltran!
Rollins (Phillies): What'd you say, crap face?
Beltran: You shouldn't be allowed to touch a baseball. Except for Utley, you're all an insult to the game.
Rollins: Come on! We'll take you on, right here! Right now! Come on!
Phillies: Yeah!
Beltran: We play on a real diamond, Porter. You ain't good enough to lick the dirt off our cleats.
Rollins: Watch it, jerk!
Beltran: Shut up, idiot!
Rollins: Moron!
Beltran: Scab eater!
Rollins: Butt sniffer!
Beltran: Pus licker!
Rollins: Fart smeller!
Howard (Phillies): *sniffs* Ahh.
Beltran: You eat dog crap for breakfast, geek!
Rollins: You mix your Wheaties with your mama's toe jam! Sandlot Kids: Yeah!
Beltran: You bob for apples in the toilet! And you like it!
Rollins: You play ball like a giiirrrrrrrrl! *entire group stands in shocked silence*
Beltran: What did you say?
Rollins: You heard me.
Beltran: Tomorrow. Noon, at our field. Be there, buffalo-butt breath.
Rollins: Count on it, pee-drinking crap-face!

1 comments:

Jay Ballz said...

Haha...Butt sniffer!

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