It may be my close proximity to the Great Commonwealth of Kentucky(or Indiana), but ive seen some pretty damn good ball players showin up hammered drunk in their jorts with a Marlboro in their mouth, sittin in their work truck with AC/DC live cranked up...the ones that do bug the **** out of me are the ones that claim to be able to play anywhere and hit bombs all night long in tournament ball, except for their "injury" thats been bothering them, so they cant play anywhere where they have to make a throw, nor can they run or hit....clowns