So Steve described it pretty accurately last night: "you know, even when we lose, it's still really fun."
indeed.
what started off as a rather classy affair with brandon's sushi bar on the bench turned into a bit of a BL slaughter.
the competition was tough, what with their endless supply of balls and home run hitters to launch them into Ward 7.
The competition was also quite fierce for "mascot of the game" between lila the blue-eyed dog and tug the pug. you be the judge.
But in the game we only did what we could, have a little double plays here and there, some fumbles, some great catches, the profession of joel's secret love for Carli and peppered comments about their steroid use and low sperm count. it wasn't until after the game that i realized the old guy hanging around their dugout was their coach's dad. thankfully, i also found out he's a bit hard of hearing. whew!
also a big kudos for the only BL home run of the evening by our own by upcoming rookie of the year Adam, pictured here, drinking the pain away (he was heard mumbling "Jessica" and "Bhutan" between sips).
He was also very considerate in not putting it over the second fence, so the ball was recovered. But the no talent Az clowns really showed their true colors by overestimating our run count, and then meeting us at the bar afterwards. there was a tower of pbrs waiting for us upon arrival, nice people indeed. even though k-lo admitted there were none worthy of her phone number. ouch!
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