recap: BL vs. notorious DOC losers. verdict: john sucks

As promised, this interminable email is dedicated to john's thrilling 4th inning pop-up drop and all-around pretty crappy hitting. we hope some negative criticism will help get his glove back on track.

so it was a beautiful afternoon in crapitol hill, with local spectators eagerly watching from their porches - especially big phatty in right field, anybody catch a glimpse of that guy? the sun: warm, the grass: soft, the field: tiny. bases: hungy for a win, and on top of their game...for the first inning at least. the small field made for some interesting strategy, as anything over the fence was an automatic out - so it was all about precision and, in my case especially, laying off my monster swing...we scored 3 runs in the first with some breakneck speed base running, and savvy base coaching. there was drama in their outfield clouded with specacular 4 person collisions and bloody lips - a problem BL thankfully never has to worry about.

our fielding, in contrast was top notch, lots of great plays by annie at second, awesome catches by master fielder tom C, and ned. big props to team Canada - my special guest Jamie, who scored a few triples, played a great first base (which erased his big fumble in the outfield) and did some excellent base coaching, calling me safe at first when i totally wasn't. that's right, learn from the Canadian, John! oh, and billy: you're a lazy bum who needs to get off that bench more often.

so then i really had to pee and made a big puddle near some garbage cans and mooned some old lady and that's precisely when our luck changed...we stopped scoring, DOC didn't and managed to pull ahead. barely. but they were a fun bunch nonetheless - we hit the union pub afterwards and they actually tried to bet on some hockey trivia with Jamie. what were they thinking? those losers owe us a bucket of buds. they just might be worthy of the 4 team mini-tourney in august...especially if they bring their first baseman, who was totally cute, but then again he's an intern barely pushing 23 with no future ever since he messed up his first attempt at securing a field on the mall and ruined his chances of getting any positive letters of recommendation....we'll still keep them in mind. tho.

but here is some more exciting news for ya - watch the Daily Show feature on the softball league succession by the republicans. check it out.

and finally, FLETCH IS THE MAN! we will be buying all his drinks for the rest of the season as he was able to swoon the lady at Park Service into getting us permits for Bundy field (5th and O NW) for pretty much every game this season - including the next one, wednesday june 28th. it must be those freckles!

every wednesday...

 

BL @ cheese spikes

annie took this picture!

alcoholic beverages prohibited

 

june 1 recap

judging from the magnitude of my hangover when i awoke this am, the mix of pbr and meat and peanuts in my mouth, i honestly questioned myself, for a split second....did we win last nite?? i mean, i remember sitting at chief ikes with my BL cup talking to john about the rally panties - no wait, the rally nipple clamps - and some really great hitting by pretty much everyone - micah with a 3-run RBI whack, first time-swinging-since-church-league justin trainwreck, chef duo chris and jules, even me! my drunkenness erased any other notable swings, sorry. our fielding was awesome too, making lots of catches and awesome infield plays. some aggressive base running, and i did a k-lo style tag-up to steal home - i left way early, but only to stick it in the other team's face...ugh, don't remind me of the other team.

the other team was typical: a bunch of non-drinking losers who got a batch of batting gloves on sale (did you see all the chicks wearing two? they still sucked) and somehow managed to mate and produce viable offspring. seriously, their third base coaching was pathetic. but you know what? this streak isn't going to last long, i promise you. especially since i leave for canada today, leaving the team in the very capable (and delicately manicured) hands of my ass and ass ass coaches, k-lo and erika. justin hospital and i will be floating on a houseboat in the victoria harbour and we expect to hear the roar of BL home runs 3 time zones away. no really, we usually win when i'm out of town.

take care, and keep swinging - except at the fireplace, jules

-coach A