THE OFFICIAL BASES LOADED BLOG

1 run loss against the FEC

2009-07-08T07:01:00.000-07:00

ok bases loaded, you showed us what a bunch of sorry bad losers we are.

who lost this game by 1 run to the FEC? i'll tell you who:
jules for his bad attitude towards my cocky bragging email about how much we were going to kill the FEC
those tasty trader joe's cheezits. deceptively delicious, but evil
brock, for having a son you never told us about
mustard, you just sucked buddy, until you pitched, then you were awesome
chris, you know you are responsible for their game-winning armpit home run? ok, you had one too, but still
dougles, for bringing 'the other girl' to the field - where's megan?? does she know?
cindy, you switch hit at the best moment, but i loved it
jules, did you trip k-lo at the bar? you're going to pay for that...for EVER
ok jordan, you're new guy, you have to play a little further out
speaking of which, where's new guy? bering sea? wtf? and woody? is your bonfire worth a BL loss?
dr. steve, you were lukewarm, but those glasses were hot, we'll let that slide.
f u mosquitos

i'll tell you who didn't lose the game:
my awesome catch in right field despite i never made it onto first base
those spicey planters peanuts
pepe
roxy, came late but represented
migar! you're back! left field homer, we love it!
k-lo brought it when we needed it. and killed like, 5 endangered species in big buck hunter.
adam and jess, aren't they adorable?
tom, haven't seen the wifey yet!
lisa kicked ass at third, AND caught crucial foul ball
megatron's order of cheap-o beer and cheese tubes at asylum
the kid: you're f-ing heavy!

everyone else, you're off the hook.

=coach a

BL MJ edition

2009-07-01T07:04:00.000-07:00

the showme asses had some hottie ladies on the field, who were bad, bad, badass catching and sliding and diving, but let's face it, look at the man in the mirror, they've got to make a change cuz the rest of their team and dudes sucked and we must have won too much because they declined our offer for a round of drinks at solly's and instead beat it.
johnny T had 2 in the park homers, which means he got to do it once in each armpit, but the kid is not his son! we had a new new guy jordan who is officially the youngest BL barely legal player ever, who was born the year Bad was released! and also means matthew is old new guy. mustard was a smooth criminal on the mound, in an inning when there were more cigarettes on the field than bases, i like it. klonger was like, E9 and cindy got on base more than jules does in a year with the ladies. fancy pants lisa and fancier pants jules need to town down their dress or i'm going to have to wear a miniskirt next time. let's keep workin it work it work it day and night to actually make the playoffs in september! holy bananas!!

what do you call that?

2009-05-01T12:08:00.000-07:00

a snow-out...
a hold-out...
a girl-scout...
a smoke-out...

a BLOW-OUT!

it was the day before may
and all across the mall
BL was swingin, and playin' some ball
the natty D's had absolutely NO game
we kicked their asses and put them to shame
no one on BL had ever seen this happen
running those bases, like super fast headphone guy just lappin'
is it possible? BL could be season champs?
as i watched i laughed so hard, had cramps
greatest thanks go to woody and farm dude, the two new guys
who said stuff like, "yeah i've played once or twice" those were just lies
brock was kinda bummed, he's no longer mvp
it's ok brockstar, you're always #1 to me
then he hit two homers, and then steve, then chris
and we continued to drink beer that tasted like piss
speaking of which, rookie guys are the only ones who provided
they're also the equipment managers, it's been decided
the competition is on now, we're tallying season home runs
loser brings hot dogs, we've got buns!

coach A - i hit a fucking triple!!!

BL hates Oklahomans

2008-07-10T09:20:00.000-07:00

who were those losers, with their green shirts, couldn't tell them apart as they switched up all their bunty girls in their line-up, even switched out dudes - which amounts to CHEATING in BL's rule book. everyone knows the home field rules:
everyone who shows up bats.
everyone who shows up drinks.
everyone who hits a home run wears a sombrero.
punishments and rewards are administered by pepe.

is that so freakin' hard to understand?

i was one of the first to show up to the game, and two drunk dudes were hogging the bench in the BL dugout, and jason, doug and his friend megan were cowering in the other doug-out (get it?). what gives? are you guys scared of a couple a drunks (mind you, drunk #1 weighed like, 300 lbs)?
no, we're scared they're going to drink all our beer.
who, those guys?
they proved insatiable. the self-proclaimed youtube lovers smoked doug's cigarettes and probably went through 10 beers by the 3rd inning, but it's a small price to pay for some good hootin' and hollerin'. they stayed the whole game. and will probably be there next week. mr. Q is going to cater our sloshball tourney, we're gonna roast a pig this year!

so back to the game recap. we had two lefty pictures with ari's fastballs every other inning, some double plays, and some blunders, k-lo got drilled repeatedly until they finally smashed her hand to pieces. we had a lot of popups and crummy base running, in stellar BL style. what stood out was meg showing up in a hot dress and heels and mr. Q goin' where you BEEN?! and newcomer cindy who made an awesome catch in right field AND crushed the kostume karaoke at solly's with a jabbin' rendition of eye of the tiger dressed as annie in a jockey outfit - that automatically secures her a spot on the BL roster. the rains tried to kill our party, along with grumpy bartender, but nothing can ever slow us down. i was druuuuuuuunk when i got home.

BL gets rained out, drinks instead

2008-05-10T09:11:00.000-07:00

so it all started out normal enough. tho by 8:30 pm, the effects of drinking beer out of plastic cups was visible. BL representation: the triumvirate...and khlamad
smashley didn't get the instructions on how to be "new jersey"

the asses
seriously khlamad?

coach A snags a ticket...a Bryan Adams plays a concert in a synagogue ticket!you don't believe me?
ladies pose for Bryan Adams.

BL has a field team...in hawaii

2008-05-06T14:55:00.001-07:00

and they make fun of us on their lame-o blog! weeeeeak.

http://napahu.blogspot.com/

BL loses to Dunder Miff (aka big lebowski's) but it doesn't really count so THERE

2008-04-18T07:17:00.001-07:00

and besides, the game ended early. park police came and shut us down just as we were working on our 22 run comeback. officer do gooder walks onto the field and is all "this game is sold!" and i was all, "i'm sorry, what does that mean?" officer DG: someone's going to jail" and then our lawyer was all "you don't have the authority to do that, sir" and then officer DG is all "y'all been drinkin' too much" and the toddler is all "we're just gettin' started!" if i had to go to jail for my softball team, though i totally would. and we would take pictures.

BL officially starts its 7th season

2008-04-02T08:05:00.000-07:00

spring is here, softballs and pbrs are flyin'.

we joined the house league this year, a big step for BL.

we are formally affiliated with Solly's Tavern and we're ready to roll peoples.

BL ends season with fantastic hairdos

2007-08-31T11:17:00.000-07:00

FEATS OF STRENGTH

2007-08-28T07:38:00.000-07:00

It is henceforth decreed throughout the land that any female bases loaded member can, and should, perform the following feats of strength to take up her rightful place of leadership of our glorious, winning, aptly named softball club.

Meg, Lisa, Suzanne, Jess....any other takers for this crown?

Feats of Strength:

1. A good coach must be able to function fairly normally while intoxicated and potentially dizzy from delight at her winning team. To that end, the first feat of strength will be the whirly bat competition. (Note: For this, as for all feats of strength, shots/beers shall be ordered indiscriminately as rewards/punishments/inducements/hindrances. Rules exist only in the minds of the triumvirate, and that's all you need to know.)

2. A good coach much also be an excellent base coach (i'm serious jules). To that end, the second feat of strength will be for each participant to coach first base for at least two innings and make outrageous calls in our favor.

3. A really good coach must be able to negotiate with the other team in terms of rules, playing fields, etc. To that end, the third feat of strength will be to negotiate/swindle the natty d's into buying rounds for the captains and judges. (this will be ridiculously easy, and we're basically throwing you a softball here. ha ha) Bonus points for negotiating with peyton, cause he's a tough cookie.

4. A quality coach must also be able to think on her feet. To that end, the next feat of strength will be an interview competition. Perhaps, 'how can solly's improve world peace?', or 'how does ben's chili bowl improve world peace?' or 'is world peace an impossible dream made unachievable by global capitalism, man's innate hunger for power and self-destruction, and our perpetual state of numbness caused by television and a celebrity based culture?'. or something like that. if you can outdo miss teen south carolina, there's some big bonus points in it for you: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BLIcY2QgLeA

5. Last but not least, a really really good coach must have excellent musical taste. Each contestant will pick a song on the jukebox at solly's that she feels best represents this season of bl glory. This will be judged by the triumvirate. Phish or Debbie Gibson are grounds for immediate disqualification.

Any questions?
Good.

Let the games begin.Kisses, coach a, ass coach and deputy ass

BL's new game ball

2007-08-24T08:00:00.001-07:00

hit a home run with this thing!

last game vs. Natty Ds

2007-08-22T07:10:00.000-07:00

you can't swing at the ball,
you can only drink beeer,
you can't catch a fly ball, even when it's neeear,
you can noonan their outfielder, cause him to rage,
you play like season one
but you're always a winner to meeeee

so let's just forget,
just drink it away,
we have a big game next week on a thursday
against the big bad smelly natural disasters
you better be there or
you'll funnel a big one for the teeeeam

oooooohhhhhh how it will be so awesome
to kill natty Ds once again
and then take them to Sollys
Ooooooooh and there's one more surpriiiise
no it won't be our demise,
there's some news to announce:

at inning number four
while khlamad goes to the stooore,
the feats of strength will be proven and more
by the new potential ass coach, who will it beeeee?
maybe jess, maybe kathryn, suzanne,
lisa, meg, but not meeee!

game is at our home field,
you know it's called Bundy
but if any other team asks, you tell them Kennedy
it's our field, our secret, and no one can know
that the source of our wins
is motormouth, the pee smelling alley!!

what's up with this team?

2007-08-16T07:11:00.000-07:00

so i get to the field and joel is like "so erika, what's up with your dog? i hear it has gingivitis" and it's khlamad's birthday, and he's all "grip and growl?" and then the girls are like "wow, can you believe those are high school guys?" and then i'm like "who's the fastest one we can recruit" and their 400 lb. assistant coach says "I am!" and then we're like "warming up is for losers" and then Bases Loaded is like "we're crushing you with these 6 runs" and then Chris is like "WZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" with his new kazoo and Jules is like "I've eaten too many grapes" and then the other team is all "we suck" and then Joel is like "noonan" and their first base man is like "that's not cool" and then their dude hits the ball and it's like "i'm going to take your head off!" and then my pitches are like "i can barely make it over the plate" but then lisa is like "i'm totally catching 3 pop-flys this inning" and then matt is like "who are these guys? is this the same team as last year?" and then the next inning is like "remember me? the blooper reel?" and then the grip and growl goes "VROOOOOOOOM!" and john is like "in the park home run bitches, where's my sombrero?" and then aaron is like "i'll show you chumps how we play in brooklyn" and then the score is like, "tied" and then there's some tasty base running like "score!" and lots of slides, like "swooosh" and we're all like, "take that losers" we score a whole bunch of other runs and jules is like, "so you guys are the non-pros, like non-prophylactics?" and someone is like "yeah, no condoms, we like it raw" and then johnny is like "who's turn is it to funnel?" and then the funnel is like "BOOOYA!" and then Solly's is all "yay! we won! again!" and then everyone is like "i'm drunk" and then i'm like "i'll take wron fllafllelel plrease" and aaron is like "yorrrrr me tooo, what's with all these frixins" and then my tummy is like "thank you" and then my brain is like......"BL rules."

recap of game 12: BL vs. BL

2007-07-24T13:35:00.001-07:00

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.

some pics from barnabe's last game...more to come

2007-07-24T09:04:00.001-07:00

we're on a winning streak!!!

2007-07-23T09:37:00.000-07:00

which makes whoever isn't on our team a LOSER

BL unpredictably wins, then loses

2007-06-07T14:22:00.001-07:00

well it certainly was a roller coaster out there folks.

grunley showed up with a meager 7 guys and a bunch of girls in jeans who wouldn't pee in the alley, but had to go to the Giant which delayed the game significantly. we sported our new shirts and trucker hats (we looked gooood) yet worried that we didn't have a full team. but when the all-girl infield (except for adams) set up the first inning, there was a smell of estrogen and winning in the air.
they scored a meager 3 runs in the top of the first, and then came a powerhouse BL like no one's ever seen. the great thing about having a small roster is that you get on base. a lot. and that's how you get SEVEN. STRAIGHT. RUNS. our beer cooler was full, our mouths watering with wasabi peas, our demeanor: quite positive, yet their heckling - poignant.
we managed to pull another few innings of total crushage. they dared not throw any more comments at Chris as he pounded 2 homers. Jason followed suit with a beauty full of bases. Billy shows up late and whacks it into the outfield with his hearty laugh. then Adam, then Barnabe, then Khlamad, our slew of ladies. like a freight train.
in the field, we were unstoppable. third base rookie lisa had first asked "how does one play third base?" and it was clear she was born with the skills. the super height and snazzy cutoffs jeans helped too. Barnabe made some crazy catches in left field and with his sideways hat, we concurred: "is that justin hospital out there?" in right field Billy swooped in for an amazing catch that almost took out Jason, but it was funny.
our amazing 11 point lead for the first 6 innings should have taught us to end the game there, but no, we opted for a 7th and that's when lady luck went to solly's without us. the other team ran out of beer, and we let motormouth into the dugout. it messed with our mojo! i was trying to pitch but all i could hear was "cooliwenttocollegeyocanyoudig? i'mWILDabouthtecaucasiangirlsyocheckoutmydebitcard" and while the other team sobered up, we sank down into a rut from season 4 and there we were, 10 runs down. so sad.

nevertheless, we made it to solly's with a team we deemed good enough for our end of year tourney, and had Danzig resonating from the jukebox.

diagnosis: losing is fun

2007-05-24T06:42:00.001-07:00

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!

it's a winning streak people

2007-05-10T08:31:00.001-07:00

if you happened to be hanging around the alley at 5th and O streets NW last night, you might have noticed something unusual. verrrry unusual. and no, i'm not talking about the police officer with the adorable little pug in his cop car. there was this softball team, called Bases Loaded and they were catching softballs, and hitting them, and scoring runs. of course there were 20 of them to the other team's 9. but still. a double play? am i making this up?! it was out of this league, out of this world! we all got on base! well, except for k-lo who had two pop flys to third...but then again she might have scored a home run with glover park guy after the game...hehehe? did i just write that? oh snap!

BL shocks nation with its first win of the season

2007-05-07T07:48:00.001-07:00

You heard it right here, folks, Bases Loaded did some winnin' last nite!

The Natural Disaster's did a lot of complaining, that we didn't share dugouts, that we didn't have our all-women infield, that we didn't have a grill, that we gave them faulty gloves...but the sham worked! we played with their minds (we actually knew the rules about forcing to second), Joel had a succsessful NOONAN! that made their ladies man drop a fly, and then we had a typical 2 out rally that sent them packin'. it was definitely unusual BL, we had an all-star infield with John at short who stopped pretty much everything (throws left a little to be desired), Steve shut out third, Annie who caught one with her boob, and Fletch and Adam on first who, when put together are almost one Uncle Phatt :) and some rotating pitchers...newcomer Tim is looking goood..Matched by the A-team outfield with Micah and Barnabe, who both ended one inning all by themselves. Then came the hitting...some nice whacks by all, Barnabe had an in the park home run when we needed it, and Jessica slammed one over second and raced to first before they knew what happened. final score: 13 to 12. take that!

and then we smeared our victory all the way to Solly's, drank a pile of pbrs and earned ourselves some new Ts. if you didn't get your size and style choice to me, better do it fast (you have a choice of ringer T, 3/4 baseball sleeve, long sleeve or cap T for the ladies).
so let's keep up the good work and repeat the same next week. same time, same place, it's OUR field now, btw. motormouth is spreading the word. we're going to have a field crew and an electric scoreboard, you'll see...so far we've lined up a boombox that comes with a guy in a wheelchair.

so go ahead, tell your co-workers you're a winner. you earned it.

resolutionaries...

2007-04-26T09:48:00.000-07:00

ok, so BL already made it clear that we don't like playing against people who:

-don't drink anything but gatorade
-don't appear to have fun (except when they're cruising around the bases. jerks)
-have the bare minimum number of girls who sortof look like dudes
-who set up a crappy bumpy field
-pitch total garbage
-and just launch softballs into outer space.

weak.

anyway, if it makes them feel better, when the winning team nestled into bed at 8pm, that they beat a bunch of (hot) half-drunk ladies and some dudes who were out downing pitchers of miller lite or was it budweiser? like champions. at around 10pm, i noticed my pee was totally clear. that's healthy! and that's why we drink cheap beer, people.

i broke a nail!

2006-08-23T10:40:00.002-07:00

i broke a nail!

2006-08-23T10:40:00.001-07:00

third base coach

2006-08-23T10:40:00.000-07:00

da bench

2006-08-23T10:39:00.001-07:00

shopping for bases

2006-08-23T10:39:00.000-07:00

annie's tongue face

2006-08-23T10:38:00.002-07:00

post game libations "we suck" utters jules

2006-08-23T10:38:00.001-07:00

monument side loss...

2006-08-23T10:38:00.000-07:00

BL hits the mall

season 2006 is over...

2006-08-23T06:57:00.000-07:00

my dear team,

before i send a scathing email to the shaw residents listserv about that gentrifing biyatch who let her dog shit in center field during our warm up, it is with great sadness yet pride that our epic 5th season draws to a close. yeah, we had pistachios, which made k-lo's day, but we still lost. as usual. johnny T single handedly prevented a shut-out with his in-the-park home run, and we scored 4 monster runs in the last inning, thanks to a whopping smack to the parking lot by our newest recruit Jason (JJ) who has come to the nation's capital to slave away at a phD, which will keep him on the team for a number of years to come. we all agreed the other team had some major steroid-taking hitters and without micah in center field making the catches and senor hospital preventing anything from getting by him we would have had a miserable time fielding.

so there you have it. thanks to all who made it a great season. last night was most likely our 75th game (khlamad has attended nearly all of them) since our first day playing against the Sea Sluggers in Silver Spring who began our history of humiliation on the field. but we never cried or complained (except for jules). bravo!

History is Re-Written in NW DC; Softball Team Surprised, Drunk

2006-08-11T08:22:00.000-07:00

August 10, 2006 - Home Field in Ghetto NW, Washington DC - History was recently re-written by a veteran beer-drinking/softball-game-losing team Bases Loaded who clinched a 5th inning win against notorious dominators, 12th place ranked team Natural Disasters today in the nation's capital.
"Our expectations are just about as low as the cloud ceiling," sighed Khlamad, the Bases Loaded (BL) catcher and grillmaster as he poked a chicken and garlic sausage and shooed away rats with a pair of kitchen thongs. When up at bat, innings are often pretty short for BL, as 3 outs are generally made before you have time to mustard your dog or refill your beverage. And so started the game, which featured many spilled beers and unforced errors in the field and thankfully only one post-game appearance by resident crackhead "Motormouth." Things started to turn however, a proverbial page was turned by bottom of the batting roster. Coach A fired a fine double to center field using the infamous Hammer bat with poo donut, a BL asset which made a recent re-appearance after a month of sitting in a Honda Civic Hybrid trunk. Coach was followed by two new ringers, who completed a poor late-season showing of BL regulars. Despite their lack of insurance and official spot on the roster, Barnabe "Frenchie" Schwartz and "Moustache Ride" Ethan did some significant damage to the Natural Disaster's comfortable lead.
And that's precisely when the BL fielding followed suit, and the tide turned with the weather. Some great catches by Johnny T in the outfield, and the soon to be 29 year-old K-lo at second, despite continued poor pitching and failure to throw to first by coach A. She was quickly relieved by Moustache Man and the proverbial BL freight train gained speed. "I don't think they're shotgunning enough beers," exclaimed former Natural Disasters head coach Smashley, "seriously, are these kids sober? That's so not fair" as she kicked her glove down in disgust.
BL, unaccustomed to simoultaneous success both at bat and in the field, continued their quest with reserved, nervous enthusiasm. Ass Ass coach Erika Wilson clutched her koozy and stared blankly into the distant ghetto of O street. Newest recruit Harriet Nash, visibly shaken from her recent poop scooping muttered with disdain, "I have to pee. Again." As the sun started to set on a tie game, a neon yellow ball was pitched, and thrilling base running and catches ensued. Frenchie redeemed his earlier over-run at second base by whacking a nice double. K-lo's previous "I thought you said you knew how to play?!" demands were now a moment of the past. "Bad Luck" #13 Annie got to wear the patriotic hat as a reward for a stunning double, and Unce Phatt scored the first sombrero home run of the evening as the Natural Disasters offense and defence quickly crumbled like a stale organic Trader Joe's hot dog bun.
But the final game-defining, exhilarating highlights of thursday's game came when Irishman Fletch caught a dangerous pop fly in right field holding a amply mustarded dawg in one hand. Lacking the available limbs to throw the ball in, Fletch darted to third with unprecedented speed,just barely thwarting a tag-up run to home. Clearly, BL held the upper hand of the short game, and one could imagine that hand was holding a spicy sausage, a beer and a shot of goldschalger. Quickly scrambling for last licks, BL had several chances to name a "hero." Coach A stepped up to the plate and missed, while Barnabe followed through with a double, overcoming the threats from the dugout and fear of cheese-eating monkey failure; defining the French capacity to play American ball.
Ultimately, the game was sealed by a knock-out unbelievable soaring whack to the parking lot/toilet beyond left field fence. The Natural Disaster's relunctantly accepted their fate as the ball momentarilty exited the Earth's orbit and landed somewhere far, far away. This reporter, whose heart was flooded by a tsunami of joy and tears did not note the final score of the game, but these minor details remain quite simply, insiginificant compared to the momentous evening's events. A big home plate group hug and donning of the celebratory sombrero, replete with shots of goldschlager closed a heart-warming chapter in the amazing saga of a humble softball team defined by persistence, courage and the finest, cheapest canned beer.

one perspective...

2006-08-11T08:20:00.000-07:00

In the most anticipated rivalry since Shaq and Kobe, the Natural Disasters met Bases Loaded at Ghett-O park Thursday night for their second matchup of the 2006 season! Coach A's sacrifice to the rain gods had paid off, so the bases were laid and the infield grass was combed for hypodermic needles, which had mysteriously grown about 4 inches taller than the outfield. As both teams began warming up, though, the love and smell of dog poo that was in the air began to dissipate. Uncle Phatt threw a ball over his teammate's head, hitting Nicci in the wrist--which sent her running in circles, and eventually to Damian! Fortunately, EMT Blake had just arrived to the scene, and he dressed Nicci's wounds, while Cap'n Smash poured her a cold Miller Lite. Who says Disasters aren't troopers!

With the rest of the players beginning to trickle in, we decided once again to share the 3rd base dugout between both teams. The sacred "home run sombrero" and beer bong were hung on the chain link with care, with hopes that beer chugging soon would be there. Bases Loaded's Khlamad, with help from former Special Forces bada$$ Damian, got the fire going on the non-starter charcoal grill, while the bug spray was passed from player to player. As the coals started glowing, so did the Disaster bats, who lead off the first inning with a single by Deena and RBI double by Yier. After scoring 3 runs, the Disasters were off to a great start! Bases Loaded responded by barraging Yier with fly balls in left field, but were held to only one run by the bottom of the first.

The second inning was when all the fun began. Cap'n Smash, who played in flip flops the whole game, shotgunned a beer at home plate, then beat the throw to first for a single. Next Damian and Deena knocked in singles, followed by Yier, who dribbled an RBI to the pitcher. Hoping he could don the sombrero, Blake crushed a blow to the outfield, but couldn't beat the throw at home, and was tagged out. No sombrero for you! Nevertheless, he had knocked in two more runs, and by the bottom of the inning the score was 7-1. Leading off, Bases Loaded put their new recruit up to bat, who we nicknamed "French Geronimo." At first Francois tried to drag bunt down the 1st base line (don't they all?), then overran second base! "Next time use the Meeshell Smith bat," the Disasters taunted!

In the top of the third inning, Chuck decided to finally put the beer bong to good use. He wolfed down a cold one in 1.9 seconds and then jacked a pitch right to the fence. (The Disasters will employ this tactic in the tournament, by the way.) With one more run on the board, and the smell of brats settling in, the evening was turning out to be pretty good. The beer was obviously helping, because our defensive skills that inning were remarkable. Alicia made an awesome one hop grab in right field, and Deena had two outs at second. Then Derrick made an Alfonso Soriano-like catch, sprinting halfway across the outfield to snag a well-hit fly ball. "I can't believe the ball stuck right in my glove!" he exclaimed. "I'm just glad the Disasters chose not to trade me after all," he stated in a press conference after the game. Shortly thereafter, Derrick agreed to a 5-year contract extension. Keeping the Bases scoreless in the 3rd, an 8-2 lead made us (the 10th ranked team in Congsoftball!) a little too comfortable, though. In the 4th inning, Bases Loaded began their comeback, lead by their shortstop John who clobbered the ball to the outfield fence. 4 runs later, the score was nearly tied! But by the bottom of the 4th, the chicken brats and veggie dogs were finally ready for consumption. Hopefully this would give our team the much-needed sustenance to hold off the hungry, albeit winless, Bases!

With darkness setting in by just the 5th inning, it was time to switch to the yellow ball. An easy 3-up, 3-down order was all it would take to seal the victory. Cap'n Smash turned around and gave batter Kristy her butt as a target at third base, which she nearly actually hit with a rip down the third base line! Just two batters later, their third base coach Fletch "Bill it to the Underhills" had another line drive to left field. Then, when argumentation ensued over who should be the cutoff man, the Disasters finally lost their composure. The Bases had set fire to their bats all of a sudden, with hit after hit after hit! Finally, when big man Uncle Phatt hit a 3-run homer to the fence, the last nail had been put in the coffin. Calling the game on account of errors, um, I mean darkness, the Disasters admitted defeat to the mighty Bases. Final score 10-13!

Both teams retreated to their cozy third bases dugout, where we polished off the brats and beer and toasted Goldschlager shots! After the tournament, we'll be playing a final time, hopefully at the end of September. Keep your calendars clear for the "Jules Rules" game, which promises to be the best showdown yet!

2006-08-11T08:00:00.001-07:00

Ethan brings home the win (with tongue!)

2006-08-11T08:00:00.000-07:00

Johnny T and tongue

2006-08-11T07:59:00.000-07:00

Uncle Phatt's scores the night's first sombrero

50% chance of rain...100% chance of getting loaded

2006-08-10T08:51:00.000-07:00

rain rain, bitch! go away!
Bases Loaded has a big game today
i know humidity's good for my curly hair
can't you just go to Ohio, i hear there's a drought over there

our cigarettes and beer, they're gonna be all soggy
and our outfield, it's already marshlike - almost boggy
i bought 50 hot dogs and healthy whole wheat buns
for us to eat while we score (very few) home runs

our opponent is missing their best player (wagner!)
which will turn our team into a Natural Disaster slayer
a rainout tonight, would just be a bummer
because, we haven't won a single game all summer

ok, unless you count two forfeits and that game in may
that you guys won while coach A was away
seriously y'all, i haven't had a beer all week!
ok..i'm lying, i know sobriety makes you weak.

tonight is the return of big man uncle phatt
who in his electric car, has our sombrero and super special bat
k-lo is carrying a beer bong, bases on the metro
let's hope they don't get stolen at gunpoint in the ghett(r)o

our lady infield has perfected the "bend and flip"
around the horn, calling safe at second? oh they'll give you some lip
with our awesome pitcher, i hear she's packin' heat
throwing all strikes tonight, no balls, a most noble feat,

tonight i have a few ringers, some good swingers can't hurt
seriously, these guys are gonna raise the terror threat alert
because cooker jules and chris, well they have to work
in their kitchens (planning weddings?), dishwashers going' bezerk

ned and sue they're off to grad school
out drinkin' with co-eds, getting phDs to make them cool
so please just for now, clear up the sky
and let our dugout and home plate mud dry

what will it take, human sacrifice?
for the rain to cooperate, just play nice?
i offer you Joel, who plays third base,
we've got tons of cuter girls who can take his place

still, you just can't stop the BL studebaker freight train,
we'll still go out and get drunk, if it really starts to rain
location to be determined, i say: the red roof inn!
or perhaps my brother's place? if they let us in

so i'm going to log into NOAA's weather.gov
checking the radar, please show BL some love!
i'm begging you look, i'm down on my knees
won't you stop the drizzle from 6 tp 9pm, pretty please?

2006-07-19T07:16:00.000-07:00

he scores all our runs...essential to the team

2006-07-19T07:15:00.001-07:00

how can you NOT make fun of this guy?

2006-07-19T07:15:00.000-07:00

what's shakin' sharky?

2006-07-19T07:14:00.000-07:00

long day with BL always wreaks havoc on the intestines

what your coach does all day

2006-07-10T08:37:00.000-07:00

you're probably asking yourself, man, this coaching business is puppy chow, what the hell does coach A really do all day? because i know you think i'm just coasting downhill now, as all the games are lined up, fletch got the permits, y'all bringing fine cheap beer by the dozen, but no. NO. you need to know that the varied daily duties of email shittalking keep me busy almost every hour of nearly every day, for there is no rest for the provoker!

when a new game and a new team are on the horizon, my first step is research. who are these losers? have we played them before? did we win? are they cute? what weaknesses can we exploit? what are their ideological leanings? and so on and so forth.

then comes the email composition stage, replete with puns and insults, clever antecdotes from current events, all necessary to thwart our enemies. what greeting should i use? is "hey scumbag, i hear you losers are under investigation" inappropriate? will any f-bombs prevent my email from reaching the @senate.gov domain?

then, i must talk up our assets: our most awesome scoring history, the sombrero, our hot cute tank tops, and our third base coaching prowess, Joel, all to instill both fear and awe in the potential opponents.
then, i must excite the team, enthrall bases loaded with fantasies of victory, hot lawyers, tube steaks and post-game libations.

now of course, don't think there aren't any consequences from this daily strike...because they are many: the death threats, the unwelcome advances from team captains (shudder), the "please take me off this list" responses...
all in a [government] day's work!

as such, the past few weeks have seen more shittalking than ever. faced with rain cancellations, the rumours of non-roster ringers, the increased political friction hovering over the capitol, ned leaving (tear), my bold statement declaring to the other 169 team captains that Bases Loaded is the "hands down cutest" team in the league may have gone too far. yes, i did say we play in bikini bottoms and tight tank tops and lots of mascara, where our cuteness is only surpassed by our near-perfect excecution of the bend and snap. um, and in a reply-to-all haste i did liken the guys on our team to "male cheerleaders," the post-high school metaphor to describe losers who get to hang out with all the hot chicks, but that we'll still crush them because our girly men are the finest third base coaches around.
that being said, this next game has a lot at stake.
for one, we are playing for champion of the universe, total supreme league hotness, eternal bragging rights and well, if we lose we have to give them Joel.

so come on out, look hot ladies, and WIN! do it for the team, do it for Joel.

ass ass coach

2006-07-10T08:35:00.000-07:00

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

2006-06-22T09:32:00.000-07:00

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...

2006-06-01T06:36:00.000-07:00

BL @ cheese spikes

2006-06-01T06:35:00.000-07:00

annie took this picture!

alcoholic beverages prohibited

2006-06-01T06:34:00.000-07:00

june 1 recap

2006-06-01T06:32:00.000-07:00

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

Bases Loaded and Bob Dole

2006-05-30T08:43:00.000-07:00

My fellow team mates,

I want you all to know that your concerns are always forefront in my mind, on and off the field.

As such, when meeting the honorable senator Bob Dole on saturday night, the topic of bases loaded, and everyone's constitutional right to get loaded and play ball was the spotlight of the discussion. we chatted at great length about the evils that limit our freedom each and every wednesday...the difficulty in getting field permits, restrictions on alcohol in public places and schools, as well as the new low calorie/low carb frenzy that is attacking the very core of our souls: the taste of canned malt beverages. as he shook my left hand, clucthing his pen with his right, he promised, along with his bodyguard/chauffeur, wilbert, to do his best to bring the plight of bases loaded to the hill and to the forefront of our nation's political agenda.

i invited him to our next game, but he wasn't sure he could make it, i think he's going to be in vegas. again.

always fighting for you,

coach A

2006-05-25T07:02:00.001-07:00

nice grill ya got there khlamad

2006-05-25T07:02:00.000-07:00

you are no match for me mr dog!

2006-05-25T07:01:00.000-07:00

chugalug lug cooker jules

2006-05-25T07:00:00.002-07:00

yummy! OREOS

2006-05-25T07:00:00.001-07:00

we have a sombrero...they have a bike helmet? losers.

2006-05-25T07:00:00.000-07:00

after micah's awesome home-run

2006-05-25T06:59:00.001-07:00

check out the backstop kids

2006-05-25T06:59:00.000-07:00

another oreo thief

2006-05-25T06:58:00.000-07:00

hmmmmm should i eat some more zucchini?
bases loaded in action!

BL breaking news

2006-05-23T12:32:00.000-07:00

big news:

first, the game tomorrow is at our home field (5th and O).

bring MEAT AND BEER

secondly...

FOX NEWS & THE DAILY SHOW WITH JON STEWART AIRING COVERAGE OF OUR LEAGUE!

The Memorial Day weekend Fox New Edge will distribute a piece to its 187 outlets across the nation about our league and the new House Softball League. Also, Comedy Central's The Daily Show with Jon Stewart will air similar coverage of both leagues the week of June 4th...exact day not yet known, but I will update everyone. Jon has one of our league ID cards, whose crew taped games from both leagues...should be a funny piece...

i don't know why jon stewart did not get recruited to Bases Loaded, that's just preposterous.

tax court, everyone's friend

2006-05-17T20:40:00.000-07:00

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

game this wednesday - 5/17

2006-05-15T09:49:00.000-07:00

got a game this wednesday at our totally awesome home field. just a few blocks past the ghetto giant, at 5th and P NW. bring beer, meetcha in the shady cage.

we're playing our old rivals, the U.S. tax court! i know all your guys paid big cash to the IRS last month, so come hungry for bloooooood. Let's score some runs and put last week's disaster behind us. You know their old jeans-wearing first baseman catch catch anything!

game starts at 6:30 pm on the field, and ends at the Irish Channel at the Red Roof Inn in Chinatown...

give me a heads up if you are in or out so i can decide if we need to recruit from the 6th street alley.

-coach A

ned farted

2006-05-12T06:53:00.000-07:00

losing is still fun. even when the other team CHEATS

2006-05-11T07:10:00.000-07:00

well it's no wonder this team has been calling me to play every year. they were looking for batting practice...but you know what? we turned it around on them, and used it as our fielding practice...sorta.

our first inning was strong. strongest! we rocked out two runs, made tons of great plays and saw the fragile seams on their team start to unravel. they were yelling at eachother, getting all stressy - bad mojo, dude. and they only had three girls, to our seven, losers! but as we got drunker (thankfully) they just started peppering our outfield with these crazy huge hits for what seemed like hours. it wasn't until they all started batting lefty and walked to the bases instead of running that we got a break.

and now for the hi-lite reel: thanks to billy and ned for bringing yet another level of dissidence to the team - smokin' in the outfield. jules packed the heat at pitch, and was relieved by joel who attempted some amazing dusty feats at first. ever notice whenever joel plays there's always some dust storm around him and his shirt, by the end is just filthy? love it. ryan was a no-show, but khlamad was there! erika had the erika inning, putting down all three outs at short. k-lo had a super sweet jumping jack out at second and there was an awesome double play right at the end. kim kicked the krap outta first base. sarah and sue rocked some hits, representin' 9th floor SSMC IV! unlucky annie proved why she's number 13, and ran her legs out the first inning...ice those thighs, girl!and i, i played just about every position and sucked at all of them. yes, i have to work on my grounders, i know. so there you have it, another astounding loss for BL, but ya know what? i had a good time. the weather was beautiful, our sideline was full of laughter, and the metro all-stars are lame old fogies so there.

i love how khlamad and i kept putting them down the whole way home, khlamad doing fabulous renditions of their captain: "how many outs? oh jeez. they only have 2 runs? oh jeez." and going on about how we should won and coulda if they didn't cheat so darn bad, isn't that always our problem? every team in this league is full of cheaters!

funny email of the day

2006-05-10T13:37:00.000-07:00

yeah sure not a problem.  So i am taking Kim, Sue, Ryan and Khlamad. 
Ryan- Can you call Khlamad so you can meet him at the same location
(Wisconsin and East-West) and I will pick the two of you up there at
530-540p.

sarah

2006-05-05T08:19:00.000-07:00

sideline drinkin'
bases loaded in action!

2006-05-05T08:06:00.001-07:00

drinky drinky
bases loaded in action!

2006-05-05T08:06:00.000-07:00

and the madness begins..
bases loaded in action!

2006-05-05T08:05:00.000-07:00

master jules, actually made it to first base!
bases loaded in action!

2006-05-05T08:01:00.002-07:00

let us out!
bases loaded in action!

2006-05-05T08:01:00.001-07:00

sick of the cage yet?
bases loaded in action!

2006-05-05T08:01:00.000-07:00

khlamad, you're fired!
bases loaded in action!

2006-05-05T08:00:00.002-07:00

DJ dan in the house!
bases loaded in action!

2006-05-05T08:00:00.001-07:00

k-lo, workin' 2nd inning
bases loaded in action!

2006-05-05T08:00:00.000-07:00

da cage
bases loaded in action!

2006-05-05T07:59:00.000-07:00

Bundy Field - from the CAGE
bases loaded in action!

home opener

2006-05-05T07:57:00.000-07:00

first game rocked the cazbah

2006-05-05T07:40:00.000-07:00

A warm gentle Thursday, the leaves dangled delicately in the early may evening air at the wonderfully bumpy Bundy field. There were two dugouts enclosed in secure cages, and an executive decision was made to merge team dugouts into one cage party in the shade. And it was exactly that. Music blaring, beer drinking, hanging out, with a minor distraction every few minutes from the softball field, a change in cage population every inning. oh right, we are playing a game here people!
Did anyone even notice K-lo’s spectacular 1st inning catch and a whip throw to first to get some dude out, which she further punished by saying, “I didn’t even throw it that fast.” There was a fantastic outfield collision between micah and ned – I swear, it’s the first time TWO Blers have ever even been close to catching an outfield pop-up. Sue caught a pop-fly at home plate which we all agreed kicks khlamad out of catcher position. Jennie made her debut there too, and also had a few successful whacks. All we need is to work on her sprint, as it only took her about 3 gazelle steps to reach first base. Our other new recruits Fletch (6-4 with the afro) and Billy T showed their mad skills on the field and the flip cup table and we welcome them.
So yeah, we held strong for the first inning, we hit better than ever, had some great plays….but I don’t think we ever scored again and the natural disasters started to get drunker…and better. Their alien thirdbaseman was unstoppable. Phatt thinks he may have hatched from another softball playing planet, or perhaps a cyborg sent back in time. We may never know. My personal favorite highlight though, was when pitcher jules shapiro, pitched to their dave shapiro who then popped out to right field and caught by this shapiro. The triple shapiro motzah ball shutdown!
When the 5th inning finally came around, no one knew what inning it was, it was sorta getting dark, there was a rumour that were out of beer and panic started to spread. We tried to play an inning with a bright yellow ball but it proved futile, as ball color didn’t change the fact that we were all seeing double. I threw to phatt and I could see his fuzzy distant gaze and his brain thinking, “come one big glove, please, big glove…” Somehow we managed to make it to My brother’s Place, where we were shunned to the private party room, a fancy affair with smooth jazz, evidence that they are trying to clean up their image. We promptly soiled it.
Khlamad helped himself to some beer from behind the bar, we turned up the tunes and the flip cup commenced. The Natural Disasters proved their superiority at drinking, too. Man they fucking suck. That guy chuck is unstoppable. even by his wife...honey don't drink so much...I shall organize a team flip cup training. I tried to chug a beer at asylum afterwards and I was just useless. Though Micah, your cup flipping proved a weak link – get practicing.
So there you have it. An extremely enjoyable first game, we're actually not that bad! we've just got to get our groove back, and we have the whole season to do so...

BASES LOADED SEASON OPENER

2006-04-24T12:41:00.000-07:00

Thursday May 4th. 6:30pm!

we're playing our old friends, Natural Disasters from Rep. Ken Calvert's office.

Location is Bundy Field at 5th and P streets NW!!! SEE YOU THERE

BASES LOADED 2006 Schedule

2006-04-20T09:15:00.000-07:00

the team page is here. you can see stats, scores, schedule...

there is also a link to this on the left side of this here blog, right down there....you see it?

cool.

Bases Loaded 2006 HH @ Cue Bar

2006-04-20T06:40:00.000-07:00

Hey Folks!
a successful happy hour last night at Cue Bar. I am still reigning champ of the ping pong table, we helped fight breast cancer (thanks for the free mammograms, Tim A), and we have a full roster of kool kids. Check out some more pictures of last night here. looking forward to our first game on may 4th and some pong rematches!

2005-09-27T06:11:00.000-07:00

i want my baby back baby back baby back ribs...
bases loaded in action!

2005-09-27T06:10:00.003-07:00

6th inning flip cup
bases loaded in action!

2005-09-27T06:10:00.002-07:00

the mug!
bases loaded in action!

2005-09-27T06:10:00.001-07:00

ah, there we go
bases loaded in action!

2005-09-27T06:10:00.000-07:00

tom has shaky hands
bases loaded in action!

2005-09-27T06:09:00.002-07:00

free hot dog! bring yer own buns...
bases loaded in action!

2005-09-27T06:09:00.001-07:00

danny's outfield antics
bases loaded in action!

2005-09-27T06:09:00.000-07:00

yummmyyyy...7 layers of yummmyyy
bases loaded in action!

2005-08-19T10:30:00.000-07:00

2005 BL team photo

(..aslo captured Todd being visited by an alien presence)

-postgame-

Justin making out with his girlfriend. brewer, patriot, er.. miller light.

post season recap

2005-08-19T06:48:00.000-07:00

my dear bases, a truly heroic end to our season. congratulations to annie, for paying her dues on the very last day, both in cash and with a smack to the kneecap. we had a free field, a boombox. we had a sombrero, and very little beer, but bases, i've never seen you throw down like you did last night, and i was oh so proud. everyone came out, and there was a wonderful guest appearance by last season's catcher of the year, bethany. it was an event only joel and his frat brothers could have dreamed up. our relatively unbeered game had little highlights when compared to the post-game bachanalia. we were matched by true opponents who may have beat us on the field, what with all their home runs and stuff, but we certainly held our own at my brother's place, which became an impromptu site for the 2005 beer olympics. their coach may have outdrank our coach, fine, but i took one for the team and soaked my hair with miller lite, and their big beefy guy did not conquer our zack, their smashley was nothing to our k-lo. we saw their tray of shots and upped their ante with a pitcher of morgan's and coke, ha ha! eventually, my brother's place turned into what my house was when my dad was out of town for a week in 1994. thankfully, i got out of there about 10 minutes shy of hanging out in the back alley with our scantily clad and terribly tatooed waitress, whatever she had in her pocket, justin and his japanese grandslam giving up left fielding friend.

alas, i'm sure the metro dc area will suffer a big loss of productivity today (though look at me, i was here at 9 am!), but that's a small price to pay considering that we made this town a better place for an entire softball season.

to all a wonderful four months, thanks to my ass and ass ass coaches for carrying on our traditional female triumvirate, and all who came out to play.

stay tuned for future games if yer interested, the bl pool party, maybe a nats game and the autumn glover park jules' rules beer tourney.

with a tear in my eye, and faithfully yours,

coach A

oh, and i know there are videos of me somewhere, i hope to quash them before i turn into some jude lawish tabloid spectacle.

2005-08-12T07:51:00.001-07:00

hanging out with sign-man after lucky bar
bases loaded in action!

2005-08-12T07:51:00.000-07:00

ethan finally earns himself a sombrero
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2005-08-12T07:50:00.000-07:00

annie's most valuable whack
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2005-08-12T07:48:00.000-07:00

pre-game warmup
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2005-08-12T07:45:00.000-07:00

two very un-round softballs
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2005-07-20T07:57:00.000-07:00

bases loaded drinks from the chalice of victory at the fox and hound
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2005-07-20T07:56:00.001-07:00

and the fans (with their sidekicks) go nuts
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2005-07-20T07:56:00.000-07:00

jason bows with respect to that todd's fabulous building hit
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2005-07-20T07:54:00.003-07:00

officer perry calls in for backup
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2005-07-20T07:54:00.002-07:00

micah gets his props for yet another out of the park home run
bases loaded in action!

2005-07-20T07:54:00.001-07:00

metro police assesses the situation in left field
bases loaded in action!