so the game started out with a quick explanation of what tax court is really about "we're your friends, we're on your side, really" and they were. not nearly as douchey as metro all-stars, and not as alcoholic as the natural disasters, they still gave us the best game of the season yet. the inning scores were kept low, we had a few 3 up 3 outs in the field and pretty much everyone made it on base (except me). i still think they cheated, even though they miscounted their runs to our benefit...we warded off inconsistent rain until the 6th inning, when we were greeted by a rainbow and divine sunlight to really get the train rolling. phatt brought his electric car/stereo behind home cage and rocked the BL soundtrack to clinch it...as "eye of the tiger" echoed through the 5th street alley we rocked out a classic 2 out rally to tie the game! alas, the 7th inning was not so kind, and we retreated to the deep underbelly of the red roof inn. not a bad post-game bar, i'll say. we filled the place, and i was in awe at the sea of bases loaded jerseys, gabbing and mingling, and totally ignoring the wannabe johnny cash performing on the mini stage. i'm glad tax court joined us for some brews and grub, and after making fun of them all these years, i'd say they're not half bad. and even though their pitcher sucks, we can all agree that he's a hottie. anyone get his digits?
join us next week for a mostly unhot team, the beefy DC renovators. same place, same time.
coach A
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