Our founders, the wise sages of Ye Oakwood Wiffle and Ale Club, understood Sunday Wiffle to be a path to ruination. They knew in their hearts and minds that Sunday Wiffle was a primrose path of gluttony and sloth. A paved trail to diminished virtue; to spirituous consumption; to slovenly personal grooming.
They knew.
And they assumed they needn't decree to future generations against the evil practice of Sunday Wiffle - for surely it is as evident as a belt-high pitch that shall go yard: Sunday Wiffle is a diversion to be avoided at the peril of your very soul.
Apparently, we needed to be told.
Today was the WORST SUNDAY WIFFLE IN THE HISTORY OF SUNDAY WIFFLE! Eric didn't show and it only got worse from there. The lines Matt drew sucked. The game sucked. We, if we have any sense of propriety, we would banish Sunday Wiffle forthwith... FOREVER!!!! (Unless it's raining on Saturday.)
Dewey, Kurt - 17 runs, 24 hits
Fred, Matt - 1 run, 5 hits
HR: Darden - 3, Lindsay
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