Awesome

Before Sunday Game

As The Marlins Wait Patiently At The ClubHouse For Fredi To Enter And Make His Pre-Game Speech:

 

Girardi: (on the cell phone) Don't worry Mr. Steinbrenner, I'll make sure those Mutts get eliminated from the playoff as plan. Hold on Fred is coming in right now.

 

Fredi: Alright guys, no more Mr. Nice. What I have here is a delicious tasty cake made from Philadelphia that say "Win For The Phillies, Fish!", and if you don't win this game, then I'll be eating this cake all by myse....(Uggla take the cake and hit Fredi in the face with it, and then does the famous handshake with Amezaga)

 

Amezaga: Wow that 2 in a week, your on fire homie!

 

(Cabrera look away with sadness)

 

(Suddenly the TV get smash with a baseball)

 

Willis: You guys think this is f***ing funny? You think its ok to get our ass kick by those f***ing Mutts? Ramirez just took a huge hit for you guys last game and is now in the MRI room with a broken wrist and all you guys do is have this food fight? Well I'm tired of this f***ing mental errors that I have to deal with every freakin start! I don't know about you guys, but every single time when I drive to Shea stadium, and get off from my f***ing car, those troll fans will called me names, throw rock in me in hope I get injury, and even get spit in the face, and when game end and I go to my car, my side-view mirror is gone missing! Well I'm Dontrelle Willis of the Florida Marlins and I'm tired of this sh*t! My life long dream as a men in teal is to make Mutts Trolls life as miserable as possible! And the only way to do that is by laying an ass-kicking marathon to their team on the field and kissing their playoff hope a goodbye! And you know what will be best part about laying an ass-kicking marathon on their f***ing team? The fact that those troll were saying that we suck all season long! So Are You Ready To Kick There Candy Ass?!?

 

Team: HELL YEAH!!!

 

Willis: I Said Are You Ready To Show Them Who's The Real Sucking Team!

 

Team: HELL YEAH!!!!!

 

Willis: Then For The Thousands Of Mutts Fans At The Stadium That We Must Prove Wrong, And For The Millions Of Marlins Fans Watching Us Back At Home, LET GET READY TO KICK SOME ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

(Team get suited up for pre-game pratice)

 

Girardi: Your taking notes Fred?

 

Fredi: Yes sir.

 

Girardi: Your team is waiting for you outside to give them their routine batting pratice

 

Fredi: Right.

 

Girardi: Remember the Reggie slap plan that I told you before

 

(moments later at the clubhouse)

 

Loria: Who broke my $120 dollor tv?

 

Samson: Sir we have bigger problem.

 

Loria: Don't tell me MLB actually suspended Doug Verga this time, I'm getting load amount of cash out of that guy.

 

Samson: No its not that, it seem that our team is having a good laugh and is having a hard time concentrating on their batting practice.

 

Loria: Why is that? Oh no!

 

Samson: Well at least Fredi looks tasty today! *laughing*

I think it would really go like this.

 

* Team is in clubhouse watching TV *

 

Fredi: Guys, we can really take it to the Mets. If we sweep, they're eliminated. What do you say?

 

Cabrera: Shh, shh. Watching something

 

Fredi: Hmm... what do you say Reggie?

 

Reggie: Shut yo' ass up, skip. You know you ain't got sh*t. * Drinks kool-aid *

 

Fredi: Oops, sorry Reggie. Didn't mean to anger you. Is anyone gonna listen to me?

 

* No one says anything *

 

Fredi: Alright guys.

 

* While Fredi leaves, Uggla sticks out his leg, causing Fredi to trip. Uggla then does his handshake with Amezaga *

 

Fredi: ROFL, good one guys.

Dude that is freaking classic. lol.

*Fredi walks into the clubhouse from a door on the left*

 

*Fredi walks towards TV, tries to turn off TV but accidentally presses the Menu button. After fumbling around a bit more he finally turns it off*

 

This is some good stuff.