It was the sort of rain that isn't even a weather system, but fell down simply because the air decided that 106% relative humidity just isn't a thing. And Lisa, in THIS house we OBEY the laws of thermodynamics! At least it waited til we were walking to our cars to sprinkle though so it was fine. But seriously, I haven't been this gooey since Heather Locklear caused me to instantly hit puberty in 1983. Getting back to the game writeup however... What can we say about today's game, other than that, much like the Whit Stillman film upon which it was based, felt waaay longer than its 122 minute running time and was a bit talky. And more than a bit ball-droppy too since the absurdly thick air ensured that nearly everybody booted at least one seemingly easy popup (which nobody could've caught) due to the epic hangtime that a plastic wiffeball achieves as it ebbs its way through a fluid with the viscosity of corn oil. In our collective defense, it's hard to keep your mind from wandering when you have three minutes to stare up into the bleary grayness and think about your life and your misguided choices that all led up to this one play. Which you now know you're going to blow horribly. It was basically a two hour-long live action Demotivators poster. My only real clear memory of it all was Adrian and Mason slapping unplayable singles off every bad pitch I threw all day. Which was a lot of them. And our Hapless Halenry eventually did get off the schnide but it wasn't enough, and we went down in flames to something like 7-2 I guess since I forgot to snap a pic of the scoresheet before Matt sped off with it. To some air conditioning I hope.
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