Redneck Team the Winner (POW)

The Redneck's face was red as a beet, as he took the steps of the red fire

truck to redesign the minds of the crowd , looking for unbarred uncensored

replies to unanswered questions. This was not going to be an unhindered feat,

as the crowd uttered registered complaints and conjured up some colored

language, buffered only by fans who admired him taking his side.

This all came about when the unaccredited redneck coach had umpired a game

for the teams, and had declared an out at first when the ball was irredeemably

missed and the angered player safe.

Patrons at the game scampered down on the field and beleaguered players ran

for the dugouts, and all the redemption in the world was not going to fix this.

The kids parents who tutored them and monitored them closely,mirrored a look

of injured unprepared and unhampered incredible dishonored feelings towards

the coach. They thought he must have impaired eyes.

Retribution was being sought, a championship was at stake here, no amount

of laundered excuses however well mannered they were spoken, was going to get

the desired effect. Undeterred, the coach asked for those gathered to please

give him their attention. The injured teams side, was not having any

of this and their fans outnumbered the favored team. Unencumbered by

undesired facts, they predictably stood their ground. They were prepared

to stay all night , all fired up and fit to be tied.

Credit had to be given to the daredevils who dared  to stare down the redneck

coach. He looked like a huge cured ham, uncultured  and empowered  by

red steam coming from his ears, or so it seemed. He ensured  everyone

that he knew he had endangered  himself and the team mates by making a

incredulous mistake. He endured   boos and phooeys and endeavored  to make

himself understood. The embittered  distempered  team inquired  as to why he

had called that ball an out. Enraptured t hey awaited his engineered  answer.

The coach red in the face now, domineered  the stand and dredged down in his

brain for a belabored  answer. He blundered  on a bit, blood red  and flustered,   

fostered   hope to the injured team of a corrected verdict on the ball geared

to salve their fractured  pride. He puttered  and pattered  and peered  into their

eyes, trying not to become overtired, as his solution to this mired  fiasco

appeared  catered  to the crowd, who cheered.

Unfettered  joy captured  the injured  team and fractured  looks came from the

pampered  favored  few, chattered  they would be winning with things 

uncensored  or unchanged.

Friendliness was restored  and the two teams went out on the field again.

This time the redneck coach stayed on the sidelines. The coach from the

injured  team umpired  the game. They took the field. Batter set, pitcher's

hand covered, fingered  the ball, contoured  incredibly when hit, caught by

catcher, transferred  to the first baseman, the Umpire, flustered  called OUT !

Moral here no matter what, favored  team will win, Go  Red