To Eastern NC Parents, Sportsmanship comes at a cost, to winning, so basically fuck sportsmanship and you show them faggots whats up Jr.

Baseball.

To many in rural and suburban America, this exclusively white and messican past-time is nothing but simple, good natured, sport.

Young boys frollock to and fro in skin-tight pantaloons, wear gloves designed to gather up balls, and then attempt to make contact with those balls with their 2-foot long wooden rods.

Being a product of an oft-broken home, I had little pressure to become the next great American ballplayer. My parents were content to let me play with my Barbie dolls and masturbate, frequently, in peace.

Yet, to many in Eastern North Carolina, having a baby boy is an opportunity similar to pressing the restart button on your NES. It means super mario gets another go.

The reason Americans have babies is so they can be famous. Its like a retirement fund. And when the babies are famous, they'll forgive you for their childhood and sprinkle you with diamonds and jet skis.

These ball playing kids, they got the customary whippings for not hitting well, the usual laps post-game for hits allowed, you know that usual parenty stuff for wanting the best out of your kids. (WHY DIDN'T MY PARENTS LOVE ME!???)

And these parents, they know whats up, and that's why they fist fight at games in the bleachers and slap ref's around. All they want to do is tell their children that sportsmanship is for those pussies playing with Barbies and masturbating, frequently, and that real life is about winning!

Think about it this way.
You can:
A) Give up your Bud Ice, bass boat, online poker, and methamphetamine to save for "cuhmuneety cawlige"
or you can
B) beat them, the refs, the school boarders and any other parents who get in ur way of makin them a fucken superstar!