Little League Worldseries

The only reason I watch this sport is to watch little Johnny have a melt down and cry his eyes out on the mound. Buck up little camper, your dad will still beat you when you get back to the motel for not allowing him to live his failed sports career through you. Maybe mom will let you take a sip of of her thirst buster size gallon of wine she snuck into the stadium. That might dull the sadness.