We have all played baseball or softball or at least watched a movie about kids playing ball. So it is safe to assume we have all heard the coach yell, "Talk it up out there!!!" Followed by a cacophony of taunts, chants, annoying barbs meant to distract, and pure old noise which causes the parents to wince or groan. I went to a game to watch my nephew play baseball. He is so cute in his little uniform, but I digress. I heard, "Hey batter, batter, batter, swing batter!" "Swings like a rusty gate." "He's got the bat on her shoulder!" "You got it, you got it, hum it baby!" Now that last one got my attention. I began to notice similarities between this juvenile chants and some of the demands I have heard (given) in the bedroom. And I wondered if it was my imagination which has been known to frequent the gutter. A devilish smile found my face and sat down for a while.
I began to think about my sex coach yelling, "Talk it up out there!" What would I say? My favorite right now, "You got it, hum it babe!"
I am sure you can all contribute something to this tawdry blog. The winning responses will get used the next time I get home. I will let you know how it is received. Nothing that would require I delete your entry, please!
Smorgie
