To All A Good Day, for Victory is in my Mitts

Tonight at Pioneer Bowl the team hits the field once again with the last 9:20 game, lower field. When I woke up this morning I had a chill down my spine which sent electric pulses to my brain signaling its going to be a good day to stomp the terrain. We have two more ballers added to the roster tonight, which means #1 more hits, #2 better defense, which equals = VICTORY. My meditation of the game as already begun. My prediction of this week is us winning 11-5. Solid Defense all around, good hitting, but I will have the highlight of perhaps a triple, double, and single. But short of a homerun for the cycle. Jared will probably go 3-4 with 3 singles, but a diving catch in Right Field.

Other news is we shall be approaching MN this weekend for my dear cousin's wedding. Should be an awesome time with a night or two at the Holiday Inn. And yes, we will document the wedding in all its awesomeness. Hopefully to capture Mark the Legend himself who is as elusive as the legendary Thunderbird in the sky, or the mutant dog bear that travels the roads of Normandy.

Peace out, A down

Distained and Disgraced (The Season: 0-2)

After another Tuesday night gone by, another loss followed me. Losing has seem to be a good friend of mine lately. We had supper together and conversed on maybe winning a game? With this question he spit the Culvers root beer all over my favorite Nike shirt and laughed hysterically. I stormed out infuriated telling him I'll show you, he grunted back and made a gun out of his hands and made a clicking sound shooting at me.

The game took place and after the first inning we were down 2-1. I smashed a line drive to right field getting a casual single. Then a team member hit me in after another walked. As we took the field to begin the next inning the unthinkable happened. The storm became stirred and conflict began, the thunder roared and they scored an unthinkable 11 runs in one freaking inning. I take blame for maybe 4 because my fielding skills were horrible today.

Next inning I tried to spur and kindle the fiery morale of my team by hitting a shell shocking homerun. Which gave hope to the poor homeless beggar man watching from the bleachers. But despite my attempt to rally back my team faltered behind, thus being slaughter ruled.

If we don't pick up soon there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth, all season long.

Game 2, Victory in a can of Tomato Juice

Tomorrow, 8:30. Jared and I shall take the field once again in pursuit of victory.

Battle Scar

Here is the first battle wound of softball, in the first game. But let me say, if the opportunity comes tomorrow I'll be sliding onto any base to secure victory or boost team morale. Yeah thats right, it still oozes after a full week of recovery.

First Game, First Battle wound

For the highlight of the game, I hit a double and slide in, safe, but in the process ripped my leg apart. But I'd do it all over again if the opportunity arises. Because with that double I managed to get home to score our only run of the game.

(picture to come)

The Season: 0-1

Well I thought everyone would like to see our roster! I kid of course-a team of all girls probably would've scored more than 1 run.

The Baron, who prides himself on his Omar Vizquel-esque shortstop prowess, had a couple of errors in the field: overthrowing 1st base once and Bill Buckner-ing a groundball right through his legs. I myself had two meager flyouts at the plate.

The Baron and myself are hardly to blame for the futility. We do play with a bunch of freshman girls, remember.

The Season Begins

Tuesday at 6 o'clock sharp the Tenacious Turtles will be taking the field. Yours truely will be stomping the ground, with my fellow comrades. Jared will be representing with his all star outfield performance and possibly hitting higher in the order. My prediction will be a blow out game. We win 15-2. End of story. I will turn 5 double plays, and hit a triple with a single. While Hitting a homerun, and then hitting another bomb foul.