June 25 2006

Such a perfect day for baseball; cries of "let’s play two" were oftheard from our clubhouse. In fact, we quadrupled that amount and got in eight before the day was done. We’re talking innings, what are you talking about?

We welcomed back Lee from the imploded Revolt, some more welcoming than others (Kelly and his "presenting", any excuse that guy can find). It seems that the Revolt folded due to insufficient players for several consecutive games, so Lee was a might bit anxious when the Indians had less than nine players with just half an hour until gametime. Usually we have 12 or 13 guys at the park an hour before gametime, so naturally we blamed Lee for bringing his bad luck with him. The game was at a park we hadn’t yet played at this year, so a couple of guys got lost but showed up in the nick of time. Rob E and Clay had to leave halfway through the game, so we needed at least 11 to show, and got exactly 11 to show. However one of the guys, Josh, pulled up lame, having punched the metal holder of a punching bag. Irregardless, we had enough players to play, so play ball!

Top of the first we threatened. Bases loaded with one away, anything was possible! We scored one run. A few innings later we went up 2-0. Our bats just weren’t there. Which sucked, cuz Enrique was pitching well, nary a scoring chance being given up. We’ll blame the heat and humidity; we’re sure that both were much higher in our dugout. Eventually the Biscuits tacked together a few hits, scored a few runs, and waddya know, it’s a 4-4 game heading into the late innings. This can’t be happening. This is a team that we beat 14-0 a mere three weeks earlier.

But have no fear! After we took a one-run lead, Jeff located his curveball (which is said to have been in his mushy yogurt bar) and knocked in an insurance run and we snuck out of Robert Burnaby Park with a hard fought 6-4 victory. We did benefit from many costly errors on their part; from dropped flies to passed balls/wild pitches. But a win's a win, at least where we're from, so we'll take it to the bank and cash out.

The End.

(PS to Rod – Sorry again about the momentous brain fart. It’ll never happen again. But blame Talky McTalkerson and the Biscuits’ catcher, it was their fault that I found out the score. If they don’t tell me the score, I can’t slip up and tell you the score. Right? Right. But how ’bout that Portugal/Netherlands game. What a doozy!)