Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Fantasy Foursome - Group 2

What would happen if Brett Favre, Donovan McNabb, Travis Henry & David Beckham golfed together in a foursome…?

Brett Favre arrives 1 hour early, you know because he is perfect and all. There is some rustling in the bushes behind the tee box and you hear some faint voices saying:

Faint Voice #1: Look at that, 1 hour early.

Faint Voice #2: Look at that perfect form warming up. Look at the way he stretches, each muscle is stretched perfectly in sync with the others

Faint Voice #1: Yes, you see what he did there. He grabbed his ball first and then BAM! He grabs his tee. Perfect form and the perfect guy for this situation.

The other three arrive. McNabb in a mini-van with his mom driving. Travis Henry in a Cheech and Chong van with smoke pouring out of it as he opens the doors. And Beckham in a stretch limo with his wife.

Henry: Yo, Becks. Who’s that you got caddying? Skanky Spice?

Beckham: This is my lovely wife Victoria.

Henry shakes her hand.

Victoria: Honey, I feel something rumbling in my stomach. Oh My!

Skanky Spice delivers twins right there on the course.

Victoria: I don’t think these are yours honey.

Henry: Damn, third time that has happened today.

Favre steps up to the tee and hits a 350 yard drive right down the middle without even swinging his club. McNabb hits next and dribbles one to the ladies tee.

McNabb: I was bothered by that rustling in the brush over there. Wasn't my fault. It’s probably TO’s. Travis, can you check to see what’s back there?

Travis walks up to two men staring at Favre through the bushes.

Henry: Whoa, its John Madden and Al Michaels! Guy’s c’mon, put your pants back on. And John, is that a whole turkey in your mouth?

Henry now steps to the tee box, pulls out some grass of the ground, flings it into the air to see which way the wind is blowing. A single blade of grass strikes Beckham in the shoulder.

Beckham: Owww! My Shoulder!!! I think it is separated. I won’t ever be able to play golf again.

Henry then pulls some more grass out and smokes it.

Walking down the first fairway, McNabb picks up his ball and moves it up 300 yards next to Favre's.

McNabb: I am a black QB, i have to work harder to be appreciated so i get to place by ball next to Brett's.

McNabb's Mom: Who Wants Chunky Soup!!!

Henry: I will, C'mon over...

McNabb: Hey, you stay away from her. I will have some, mama.

Beckham: I will have some too, but you will need to feed it to me as i think i need a body cast as a bug just flew into my knee and blew it out.

As she walks over to feed Beckham, she slips on Donovan's vomit from eating the soup and throws it into Beckhams face.

Beckham: Ohhh, I cant see. Wait that is a good thing, then i wont have to endure the Spice Girls reunion tour that nobody asked for.

Victoria obviously tired of his routine pushes him out of the cart where he lands on a tee which pokes him and he bleeds to death.

Up to hole 7.

McNabb: Wow Brett, we have the same score.

Favre: Well that's because you keep moving your ball up to mine and when you get on the green you say you don't need to putt, cause you had to work harder to get here.

Beer cart approaches.

Henry: Let me get first crack at her.

Favre: Let me at least get a beer first

Henry: OK man.

Beer cart shows up with what looks to be Madden in drag.

Beer Cart "Girl": Hi Brett! Hi Brett! Hi Brett!

Favre: Beer please. My stubbly beard tells me i should drink a beer.

Beer Cart "Girl": I tried to grow stubble like you, but i have too many chins and couldn't get it even. Will you sign my massive chest so i can get a tattoo of it.

Henry approaches: Hey, How you Doing my Lady? What! What the Hell is that? You look like Madden in drag, though i would still nail ya.

McNabb: Hey everyone, look over here at me. Do you know anyone who could interview me? Is Jim Gray available?

The group finishes up.

McNabb's Mom: What did everyone get?

Favre: 10-under

McNabb: 11-under, you know to adjust for me being a black QB

Henry: 4 of them

Favre: What does 4 of them mean?

Henry: 4 pregnancies.

McNabb's Mom: What about Beckham?

Group: Who?

Alright that is round two of the golf fantasy foursome, should have the NFL review up tomorrow and then after this weekend more posts as time becomes more free...

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