"They sent me to that clubhouse, to the umpire's room, to this clubhouse, to the equipment room looking for the box of curveballs, the key to the batter's box, the left-handed fungo or something like that," Marcus said.
Of course, none of those things exist.
"I must have run around for 45 minutes, and I'm sitting there thinking I've got to do something to help out the team, and I'm really panicking bad. They finally let me in on it," he said.
"The best thing after that game, he drank a whole 12-pack," Brian deadpanned. "I was proud of him."
Poor little Marcus Giles...
Brian was hoping to make his brother throw the ball into the dugout.
"I flip him and I'm like, 'There's no way he turned it.' I get up and I look and he goes, 'That's two, bitch!' and he ran off the field."
It was getaway day, and the brothers hooked up after the game.
"I'm limping and he goes, 'What happened?' I said, 'You know what happened. You're the one who elbowed me in the quad, jerk!"' Marcus said.
"That's two, bitch!"
Brian Giles reminds me of Party Boy from Jackass.