Don't mess with Texas?! Moped

Man I am mad. The Texas tournament wasn't anything like described to me. The Texas teams were not all freakishly awsome like described. The referees were terribly bi-est and they only had one Walgreens in Dalas/ Fort Worth/ Plano area. First of all, these teams were terrible. They had terrible touch, no speed, and they were not working well as a team. So you might be wandering why we didn't win the tournament. Almost all the teams players were Hispanics, and almost all the refs were Hispanic. So bi-est. Terrible games. My team got at least one red card every game. Sure it didn't help that a lot of the players on my team were cussing (not me) but only on red card was due to that factor. One guy got in a fight with another guy, and another threw the ball to the ref and got "bad sportsmanship". He only threw at him so he could place the ball and hurry up the time. And there was like one Walgreens in the entire area. I HATE TEXAS... so far...

Next time, Texas better watch out cause you don't mess with Moped!

There was a funny story though. I was eating at a place in Plano called "Snuffers" (sounds like a place for tobacco addicts) and all the guys were hanging outside of the entrace. I was standing by the left door (let me tell now that there was two doors.) minding my own buisness, and out of nowhere, this guy comes busting through the door like as if he were someone. I said "ow" in a very joking manner thinking if was one of my teammates. I turn around to this guy with peircings and tattoos and gangsta clothes (or at least what Texas considers "gangsta") Now he might sound like a scary character, but the reallity is that this guy was a dwarf. Like 4 feet 11 inches. So after I back away from the door, this guy starts to give me this stare like as if he were going to kill me. Let me also remind you that about 7 of the most gangsta (Memphis style) I know were around me sitting on the benches and stuff just watching the situation. So as this guys starts to walk off still holding this stare, he starts to cus me out under his breath. Every single one of my teammates (who were twice the size of him) with their hats on backwards, their pants on backwards and twelve toothepicks in their mouth, all stand up simultaniously and gives this guy the "evil eye" stare that he did to me. I started to laugh. Now there had to be several things going through his head at this time.
And these thoughts were:

1) "Oh snap!"
2) "Mempheans!"
3) RUN!!!"

So this grown man starts to run to his car and trying to unlock it. Man. Have never laughed so hard. I have also never been SO proud that I come from Memphis.

So the moral of the story: Have lots of gangsta friends that respect you and would stick up for you if something happened.

I have never been so proud of my teammates either. LOL

I just have never beens so proud in my life. I hope my head can fit through the doors at school tomarrow.

Thats about it. Still working on the comic and the guest typest.

Moped: The most non-gangsta person with some awsome gangsta friends.
I gone!