Flynn
Is
Out
With
The
Boys,
In
The
Land
Of
Beer
Jokes
And
Bar
Toys.
He’s
Betting
On
The
Big
Game,
A
Skirmish
Of
Local
Fame.
Flynn
Hopes
To
Win
And
Cement
His
Reputation
For
Athletic
Meditation.
At
Six
Feet
Two,
Flynn
Can
Absorb
Quarts
Of
Brew,
And
That’s
About
All
He
Can
Do.
He
Doesn’t
Dance
Or
Work
Or
Think,
Under
The
Sway
Of
Drink.
After
Considerable
Booze,
He
Sees
His
Team
Lose.
Driving
Home
In
A
Fog
Of
Hops,
He
Collides
With
A
Wall,
Is
Seized
By
The
Cops,
And
Takes
The
Big
Fall.
There
Are
No
Sports
In
The
Courts,
And
Flynn
Is
Convicted
As
Blind
Drunk,
Fined
And
Restricted
As
A
Highway
Skunk.
The
Question
Must
Stand.
Next
Week,
Will
Flynn,
Like
An
Ass,
Take
A
Glass
In
Hand,
And
Do
It
All
Again?