Grady Judd strikes a major blow on Phiily Youth Football

[i4football]

Man, y'all seen this mess with them Philly boys down in Polk County? Grady Judd up there holdin' that press conference like he hostin' the damn Oscars, talkin' 'bout these eight lil' knuckleheads—wait, news said eight, but close enough—who rolled into town for that youth tournament, Prolifix Nationals or whatever they call it, and instead of suiting up against them Cocoa Tigers, they decide to turn Dick's Sporting Goods into their personal five-finger discount outlet. Stealin' hoodies, gloves, mouthguards... over two grand worth. Noimsayin?Back in my day, growin' up over there in the projects in Tallahassee—FAMU right down the road, class of '72, strikin' Rattlers forever—we didn't have no out-of-state tournaments, but we had pickup games on them dirt fields that'd make you bleed just lookin' at 'em. You messed up, coach made you run laps till you threw up, or worse, your mama found out and whooped you with whatever was handy. These boys take an Uber—Uber! I still ain't figured that app out without callin' my granddaughter—to go boostin' before the championship? That's like me back in '78, drivin' all the way to Jacksonville to bet on the Gators, only to blow the rent money on a stripper named Peaches who said she was "investin' in her future." Peaches ended up with my cash, I ended up sleepin' in my Buick. Lesson learned the hard way. And that coach? Beggin' the deputies, "Y'all ain't got nothin' better to do?" Oh honey, you in Polk County now. Grady Judd don't play that. He looked at that man like he was one of them Karens I deal with at the Publix counter every damn day. Lady came in last week, drunk as Cooter Brown at 10 a.m., tryin' to return a half-eaten rotisserie chicken 'cause it "tasted funny." Told her, "Ma'am, everything tastes funny when you dippin' it in vodka." She cussed me out, but corporate still made me give her the money back. Grady? He'd a locked her up too.Anyway, them Philly boys let the whole team down, missed the game, Cocoa Tigers put 26-6 on what's left of 'em. That's Florida football right there—do right or get sent home cryin'. I love this state game, high school especially. Friday nights under them lights? Nothin' better. But you come here actin' a fool? Grady gon' finish what you started.I would've put money on Cocoa anyway. Easy bet. Them boys disciplined. Unlike certain people I know... or dated. Hell, unlike me half the time.Stay straight out there, fellas. Football's 'bout heart, not sticky fingers

[KeemD321]

49 minutes ago, i4football said:

Man, y'all seen this mess with them Philly boys down in Polk County? Grady Judd up there holdin' that press conference like he hostin' the damn Oscars, talkin' 'bout these eight lil' knuckleheads—wait, news said eight, but close enough—who rolled into town for that youth tournament, Prolifix Nationals or whatever they call it, and instead of suiting up against them Cocoa Tigers, they decide to turn Dick's Sporting Goods into their personal five-finger discount outlet. Stealin' hoodies, gloves, mouthguards... over two grand worth. Noimsayin?Back in my day, growin' up over there in the projects in Tallahassee—FAMU right down the road, class of '72, strikin' Rattlers forever—we didn't have no out-of-state tournaments, but we had pickup games on them dirt fields that'd make you bleed just lookin' at 'em. You messed up, coach made you run laps till you threw up, or worse, your mama found out and whooped you with whatever was handy. These boys take an Uber—Uber! I still ain't figured that app out without callin' my granddaughter—to go boostin' before the championship? That's like me back in '78, drivin' all the way to Jacksonville to bet on the Gators, only to blow the rent money on a stripper named Peaches who said she was "investin' in her future." Peaches ended up with my cash, I ended up sleepin' in my Buick. Lesson learned the hard way. And that coach? Beggin' the deputies, "Y'all ain't got nothin' better to do?" Oh honey, you in Polk County now. Grady Judd don't play that. He looked at that man like he was one of them Karens I deal with at the Publix counter every damn day. Lady came in last week, drunk as Cooter Brown at 10 a.m., tryin' to return a half-eaten rotisserie chicken 'cause it "tasted funny." Told her, "Ma'am, everything tastes funny when you dippin' it in vodka." She cussed me out, but corporate still made me give her the money back. Grady? He'd a locked her up too.Anyway, them Philly boys let the whole team down, missed the game, Cocoa Tigers put 26-6 on what's left of 'em. That's Florida football right there—do right or get sent home cryin'. I love this state game, high school especially. Friday nights under them lights? Nothin' better. But you come here actin' a fool? Grady gon' finish what you started.I would've put money on Cocoa anyway. Easy bet. Them boys disciplined. Unlike certain people I know... or dated. Hell, unlike me half the time.Stay straight out there, fellas. Football's 'bout heart, not sticky fingers

Yup saw that. Had a bunch of ppl on Facebook trolling Cocoa high from Sarasota and Clearwater area cause they thought he was talking about Cocoa high football team since he tagged them lmao.