Sunday, October 26, 2008

This is the way

"This is the way the season ends, this is the way the season ends, this is the way the season ends-
           not with a bang, but a whimper"

Well, ball-fans, I'd like to report, as I have so many times in the past, about my superlative play, but alas, in good conscience, I cannot.  It was a day, so reminiscent of that first, fateful game of the season, when my ERA went rocketing through the roof.  Nine innings of regulation ball yielded 14 runs, all on my watch.  My two teammates, who will remain nameless out of respect for their privacy, played valiantly but were unable to mount a credible offense to counter what can only be described as the "massacre on the mound".  The opposing players, whose names escape me at the moment, played particularly well and were able to capitalize on my mistakes despite the abnormally LARGE LEVELS OF ESTROGEN COURSING THROUGH THEIR VEINS!!!  Oh yeah, Brian "The Phoenix" Simpson and Pete "Eagle Eye" Berwald were their names.  Blah, blah, blah - they scored a lot of runs.  Whatever!  Baseball season's over.  Next week, Saturday, 9:00, flag football, Smith School park.  Bring some sac!

Friday, June 27, 2008

There was a dream

There was a dream.....once.  A pastoral dream, a simple dream.  That dream was wiffle-ball.

But now, that dream is ended.  Where are the boys of summer?  Where have they gone?  To Maine?  To France?  To Boy Scout camp?  The game, alas, is no more.

Who now among us is prepared to suit up and play?  Kurt and Glen. That's right, you heard me, Kurt and Glen.  The last men.
Or....

Maybe they are the first men.  Perhaps, like Romulus and Remus before them, they will suckle the she-wolf of summer and found a new dream, and a new league, on the now empty ruins of Smith School playground, where once, men dreamed.

So go ahead and frolic in your summer manses.  Toss another euro in the fountain.  Roast one more weenie, but never forget:  there was a dream!

Sunday, June 15, 2008

They may be chanting the name of Jay Bruce down in the Queen City, but here in God's country the monikers Mosser and Cebulash are becoming as synonymous with quality play as Evers and Tinker and Chance! Baker and Berwald took a shellacking this morning over at Thunderbird's Park!

Perhaps the holiday had softened them up a bit, but there was little sign of life in those boys.  Let's all wish Pete a safe trip to France and hope his time down in the Frog Leagues rejuvenates his now faltering
prospects for a respectable season.  The rookie Baker still shows promise at the plate and continues to dazzle with his Nureyev-like moves on the mound, but a solid "W" would really help to put a little snap in his stride. There's always next week, Boog.

The Medium Unit, Dave Bush, remains, as of this writing, AWOL.  Perhaps he slipped down the
rabbit hole into Brian's methane cave and, as we all know, few who go there ever re-emerge.  Hey Unit, try to maintain radio contact, wouldja?  Next week's game, currently scheduled at Smith School Park for Saturday 9:00 am, has all the makings of a classic.  Big Brent Mack should be tanned, rested and ready to play after this weeks r&r.  If Brian and Dave return from the dead it'll be 3 on 3.  Stay limber fans and see you on the fun side.

Glen