"You don't want to draft him," said Kenny Power's Mexican League Manager. "He is an alcoholic, trash talking, mediocre at best baseball player. And I'm pretty sure he's used drugs."
"Hey, you never know," said Rev.
"If you want to take him off my hands, be my guest. I think it decreases the chances of him banging any girl in sight and putting the blame on me." That made Rev go (0).(0).
"Whatever man. You look at his flaws, but I look at his strengths. One mans trash is another mans treasure. Can I talk to him right now?"
"He's pitching."
"Point?"
"None. KENNY! GET YOUR SORRY A** OVER HERE!"
"Do I get more beer?"
"Just come over here. Geez." Kenny walked over with a weird type of walk that looked as if he had a club food.
"Kenny, meet Rev Davis. He would like to talk to you."
"What do you want?"
"I can tell that you want to get to the point. Make a long story short, I want you on my baseball team. It's in Las Vegas. You get to play baseball and hit up the bars and casinos. It's win/win."
"Deal. Don't care how much."
"Well that makes things a lot easier." Rev offered him a contract and Kenny signed it, spilling a little beer on it.
"Oh, and before this is official..." Rev grabbed the beer from his hands, through it one the ground and looked at him with and "Eagle" stare. "Things are going to be different in my locker room. If I so much as catch a drop of acohoul in my locker room when we aren't in the playoffs, I am kicking you off, do I make myself clear?"
"What are you, an army general?"
"Point proven. Get your pathetic excuse for a body back out there."
ABILITIES & INFO 5-17-1974, Age: 34, R/R, #55, CP TOP SPD 95, CTRL 140, STAM 178 A (Didn't plan on it) SLD 6, ORIG 4 w/RISP 4, VS LH Batter 4, Poise 4, Fastball Life 4, Recovery 4, Gd Pickoff, Consistency 4, Pivot Man (Thanks Sittch...)
Kenny Powers, as you may now already, is a trash talking, beer drinking, maybe drug using excuse for a ball player, but he claims he's still got it, which he has.
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