Take me out to the ballgame

Tux the Ferocious

I received a phone call from Hot Wheelz today reporting on his baseball double header game last weekend.  When he arrived at the game and began unloading, he discovered Tux had sneaked into the bed of his truck when he was packing his gear.  With no time to return home, he tied her to the dugout bench with what he had on hand in his truck. 

“You got a animal in here?” asked the umpire, spying the yellow caution tape holding the ferocious cat at bay.

“Yeah,” said Hot Wheelz, looking at the slumbering beast, “he’s a killer cat.  You better watch out.”

“Did you get a picture?” I asked.

“Darn, you’re right” he said.  “I should have got an autographed team picture.”

“So how’d you do?” I asked.

“We creamed the other team,” Hot Wheelz said. 

Killer cat, killer son.  Way to go.

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