Wiffle fiction

When cousins make up shit about a fictional family Wiffle Ball game where the Lord of K’s, the oldest cousin, the master of gong clang, the ultimate curve wizard, the downward draft doink,…somehow gives up a dinger on the Ocean City beach, to a cousin that has always been only aloud to fetch foul balls and other errant balls in the dunes.

It never happened. It’s fucking family fiction.

“Fucking Damon and Fran keep spewing Wiffle fiction about an imaginary game in Ocean City in like 2007….when The Maestro of Crooked Slurves was at his peak performance and a potential selection for the US Olympic Wiffle Ball Team. Steve did not stick a wicked Whammy over the wall and was surely sat down by a gonk of the gong sitting in the beach chair.

Knock this shit off- stop dreaming- show the damn tapes if this happened or get your assess to the beach to run a little reenactment of the alledged story - 14 years ago.

Complete Horse-shit!”