there seems to be a mid season message hanging over bases loaded, and that message is... beware..
i do sincerely believe that we now have, without any doubt put our wheels on; the score: 7-5!
in true style, the team started arriving late, apart from Johnny "where is everybody" Palena, showing up at 5h30, and candidly pointing out, that the overturned car was not, as I thought, parked in the middle of the alley; little did we know that he would then crush three of our players with superb catches in the outfield, making bases loaded his own "coda alla vaccinara".
As for the Nissan, after accelerating under demonic influences and remodelling the neighborood, we had a similar wreck of our own, never looked so good too, even better when it was being dragged across the alley, and making history for the first time: something other than rain stopped play!
A delight it was to see Chris walk the walk of victory with a 36 pack of beer up to the dugout, turning to the patrol cars to see what was happenning, his ammo still on his shoulder. although, the best action was to see him teach Coach A to let the first pitch go by, no matter what, then hit a home run; after calling it.
A great BL start to the game with a 7-0 on their (our) side in the first, with one of theirs actually using one hand to hit a double; ahem; our first inning starts by having our first three batsmen eliminated. okaiii; but it was only a matter of time before the big hitters came home, see Klo run like a gazelle holding her shorts all the way across the bases, Erika and Annie seriously putting their weels on... we unleashed the gentle fury, hitting eight in the third taking back the lead;the middle innings were by far the best comparision to ourselves as of yet... making crazy overthrows and sick drops, (and I'm in no way mentionning K-Lo's donkey drop). We fooled them by thinking we weren't doing it on purpose!!
Our pitchers excelled... ICBM's by Jules, sexy spinners by coach A, Tim's magical sidewinders. they were dazzled and couldn't keep it together. Todd and Steve hitting solidly, and had it not been for John "i'm only on my fourth long Island IT" we would have doubled our score; so we had to finnish in style by making Tim win it for us, but only after having to run for dear life as he had "Butts n' Gutts" Steve on his tail (no pun intended) all the way to home plate; Artistic skills that I never suspected were unearthed at Solly's for our mythical after hour victory feast. decoration varied, such as the tasteful "hit that shit" on my shirt. thanks for that Chris. Pizza came. and went. reflected the carnage we unleashed on the field.
See you all soon, thanks for all the fun, and good times. Next year, we'll have a multicultaural reward scheme for home runners; a mexican hat, and a kilt to wear; to the soundtrack of " we're shittin' on niggaz"; it came from the car.
i m not shiitin' you.
love to all, Bnads.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
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