Phew! Pfui! Pee-you! UIPUI! Drink!
As a young man of about 12, I learned a lesson one day from my dad when we were out shopping for camper shells for a pickup. That lesson could be summed up as: Sales People Suck.
We went to Camper City or something like that over off of Highway 90 west of downtown. We were out browsing the inventory when we were approached by a sales guy. We got the usual sales gibber jabber. My dad asked him about a particular camper. How much did it cost? It was fairly pricey, say 50% more than my dad was willing to pay. So, he says, "Um. Ok. I think we'll keep looking around." The salesman, undeterred said, "Well, how 'bout we put this on your truck? Picture's worth a thousand words." My dad says, "no, that's ok". The sales guy insists. My dad says, "No, that's ok". "Oh come on. You'll really like it". My dad says, "No." And we leave. As we get in the truck and head out my dad says, "damn jack ass. Don't give me that picture is a thousand words crap. I know what he's trying to do."
So, that day I learned sales guys are jackasses and that pictures are worth a thousand words. I'll let you count the words in this post.
Things started off great in the first quarter!
And we really took care of business toward the end of the first stanza.
The second quarter we got our feet under us.
As the lead ballooned.
We were really killing them in the box score.
And Joey Crawford was taking notes on the clinic we were giving them.
Halftime. It was pleasant.
The third quarter was like the irresistible force hitting the immovable object.
Then things really peaked for us.
The fourth quarter was looking promising.
And we brought them to their knees.