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Week 3 (September 26)
Score: crescent fresh 8, smirkin merkins 0
Rundown:
the crescent fresh no talent assclowns unveiled their new slogan to the public, "we could beat you in wheelchairs", and put the hurt on the merkins.
the mysterious fog started rolling in about game time, setting an aura that implied it would be a strange night.
well, it wasn't a strange night at all.
pretty normal, actually.
the fog had bad timing.
the fresh ones started off the game strong -- scoring all our runs in the first 3 or 4 innings. that was probably the strangest part of the evening, because usually we can't score a run to save our lives.
to start off the scoring, we loaded the bases in the first inning. i think it was shalan, mark, and lisa? i don't know, it might have been someone other than lisa at first. maybe chris.
roter came to bat.
and...
(here's where we all drop our heads in shame)
he took a walk.
ugh. how am i supposed to fend off the haters? part of my job is to protect your fragile souls from the ridicule of the rest of the league. that just got harder.
well, he got us a run. and considering it was roter, he was probably better off not trying to kick. (although he did have a nice shot to right later in the game that got him on base....)
then over the next few innings we exploded for 7 more. your dearest captain (read: ME.) had two triples, knocking in 3 runs, and scoring 2 myself. that's right, i was responsible for 5 runs. i am the bomb diggity. jerod was ahead of me on second base both times, the second time he (somehow) made it to second on a fumbled play at first. once we scored our 8 runs, we sat back and coasted our way through the rest of the game.
the defense was spectacular. i can't think of a single bad play. oh, i remember jerod looked like grape ape trying to chase down a ball that went through his legs, he looked like he might never get a handle on it. even with the bases loaded and no outs, the unit was able to pitch our way out of trouble. shalan had a ball in right center that she looked like she misjudged just a smidgen and slipped trying to correct herself, falling to her knees, and the ball bounced out of her arms and into mark's for the teamwork play of the game. roter ignored the haters that were talking smack about his shirt being too clean and saying that he wasn't going to catch any foul balls down the first base line, and dragged one out of his shoelaces for the catch of the game. pete got into a bit of trouble when he was running down third base ahead of the merkin captain and she ran into him and claimed he was in the way (well duh, he was in the way THE WHOLE WAY DOWN THE LINE. you saw that the second you left third base, there was no one stopping you from adjusting your line by 2 feet.). their pitcher got back at us and stuck his shoulder in my way on my way home for the second time. sandeep wowed the crowd with more of his inconceivable catching style (how does it NOT go through your hands again?). DAN SHOWED UP. and played. he really exists! and he had a nice kick to center, too.
in other news, team woo woo beat rascal's by a score of 7-2, and i guess it got pretty ugly. the game after ours was projected to be the game of the season, as tastes like bunting A met tastes like bunting B in the "immovable object meets irresistible force" game. as we discovered for 30 excruciating minutes, it's the offense on those teeams that is worse than the defense. i think it was 2-1 when we left, it finished 7-5 flamers. lastly, brew crew beat dr fraziers, though i don't remember the score. their captain told me, but i was already trashed by that time. (go figure.)
the bar was hopping with ballers, we had a pretty decent showing and may have (though i kind of doubt it) stretched our lead in the pitcher race. we did 15 pitchers two weeks ago, just so you all know. unfortunately, they didn't keep track of the first week, so my beligerent drunkenness that night went unthanked. oh well. at least steph didn't kick my ass. second place was woo woo, with 11. but that was before last night. who knows what happened.
Highlights:
winning.
roter's shoelaces grab.
the shalan/mark combo.
jerod's spectacular pitching.
remembering everything but the ride home from the bar. and not being belligerent.
Lowlights:
the merkins shirts - "what is that?" "oh, you can't tell? it's a pubic hair beard."
the shame that goes with roter taking a walk to push a run in.
no mascot yet.
Player(s) of the game:
me. i saved latin. what did you ever do?
jerod's pitching, and our defense, for holding the 8 run lead for the entire game.
Player(s) of the post-game:
peter. for dancing again. watching that ranks up there with talking about your mom or anal sex on the fun-for-steve scale.
jourdain and andy, for entertaining millions with their 11 year old boyish play.
sandeep, for giving me a ride home (i think.)
your mom, for the anal sex afterwards. HA!
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