
Last year, a raffle to support a small-town Illinois little league team raised only $10. This year, the people involved in that raffle have upped the ante by offering cookies and lemonade, and holding a yard sale. Wait, no, I’m sorry, they’re auctioning off an AR-15 assault rifle and a 30-round magazine.
This is a raffle you’ll want to win, because Atwood, Ill., is overrun by a bunch of drug-smuggling pirates, and sure, your stealth melee attacks are important for sneaking into outposts and turning off alarms, but eventually you’re gonna want to stand on a tiger cage and blow everybody away. That’s what little league baseball is all about. Little league baseball or FarCry 3, I keep getting those two confused.
“We could have went with a basic shotgun or something simple,” said league commissioner Steven McClain. “But obviously it’s not going to draw the attention, not going to draw the volume we’re hoping to make.”
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Helping the struggling baseball program seemed like a no-brainer. The [Atwood] armory sponsors a team and knows the need for money was great.
“All that money collectively goes towards paying for shirts, hats, gloves, field maintenance, umpires.” (via Illinois Homepage)
They’ll find even more money if they search all the treasure chests in the area.
My favorite part of the story is that the woman who runs the place where they use weapons to raise money for causes is named CHARIDY BUTCHER:


In case you were wondering, this is how a person starts a story about how their husband was swallowed into the Earth and almost murdered by God during a round of golf.
Here at With Leather, the Illinois state football playoffs are the most important thing in the world. The list goes Illinois state football playoffs, family, the economy, Kate Upton outtakes, world hunger. Rockford Boylan High was looking for a second round win against Oak Park Fenwick High en route to their third consecutive Class 7A state title, but down by seven with 10 seconds left in the game, it looked like all hope was lost. What happened next was the stuff of legends, and thankfully myself and Ashley Burns were on hand to provide commentary. At least I think that’s us. I don’t remember being in Illinois, but … well, whatever.