Folks, We break for Christmas.
Next game Jan 2, 2010.
We need to kick off the New Year with a great game.
The Names have been changed to Protect the Errorists
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
19 Dec 2009 - Fucking Rain
The weather outside is frightful.
Last week was so delightful.
This assfucking rain screwed the show
screwed the show, screwed the show, screwed the show.
Last week was so delightful.
This assfucking rain screwed the show
screwed the show, screwed the show, screwed the show.
--
Sent from my mobile device
Its these cards, and the movies and the pop songs, they're to blame
for all the lies, and the heartache...everything.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
12 December 2009 - Score from Home
Ones - Horfun and Voodoo Child
Twos - Jor-el and Sin, (first inning Uboat and Jor-el)
Threes - H and Marcus, (first inning Sin and H)
All-time - DT and Uboat (2nd/3rd inning)
Ones 8 : Twos 15 : Threes 5
Homeruns - Sin 6, VoodooChild 4, H 2, Uboat 2 (first inning), Marcus 1.
Twas two weeks before Christmas and no one's around
an empty diamond, no game to be found
Where were the players that once graced our game
'Gone for the hols', most said the same
But where were the rest, we knew we had more
pinkeye and baseball, excuses galore
The faithful had gathered on this bright sunny day
Only 7 people, were ready to play
But play-on we did, we held ourselves proud
not like the missing baseball crowd
'How do we do this?', our questions abound
'Score from Home', was the game-changing sound
We counted off numbers, three teams of two
How do we score? None had a clue
The strategy was simple, no mucking about
if you don't score, you're automatically out
Homeruns aplenty, our best hitter was Sin
6 big hits, amazingly all fell in
Boat almost suffered an asthmatic attack
when he rounded the bases, twice going back to back
"If you die you lose" was the impartial call
As everyone seemed almost ready to fall
Ian made it home 4 times from first
I swear I heard his feet mumble a curse
Even Horfun got in on the run-scoring action
I hear next day, her back needed traction
H hit 2 homeruns, her legs were soon tired
Marcus hit 1 before his batteries expired
Voodoo hit 4, we thought he'd hit more
but the outfield played deep, to hold off the score.
We finally ended, 3 long innings we played
these few, these proud, these brave who stayed
28 runs, 3 innings this week
Saturday softball is not for the meek
So as 2009 sees her twilight
we wish you all Merry Christmas and good night
Twos - Jor-el and Sin, (first inning Uboat and Jor-el)
Threes - H and Marcus, (first inning Sin and H)
All-time - DT and Uboat (2nd/3rd inning)
Ones 8 : Twos 15 : Threes 5
Homeruns - Sin 6, VoodooChild 4, H 2, Uboat 2 (first inning), Marcus 1.
Twas two weeks before Christmas and no one's around
an empty diamond, no game to be found
Where were the players that once graced our game
'Gone for the hols', most said the same
But where were the rest, we knew we had more
pinkeye and baseball, excuses galore
The faithful had gathered on this bright sunny day
Only 7 people, were ready to play
But play-on we did, we held ourselves proud
not like the missing baseball crowd
'How do we do this?', our questions abound
'Score from Home', was the game-changing sound
We counted off numbers, three teams of two
How do we score? None had a clue
The strategy was simple, no mucking about
if you don't score, you're automatically out
Homeruns aplenty, our best hitter was Sin
6 big hits, amazingly all fell in
Boat almost suffered an asthmatic attack
when he rounded the bases, twice going back to back
"If you die you lose" was the impartial call
As everyone seemed almost ready to fall
Ian made it home 4 times from first
I swear I heard his feet mumble a curse
Even Horfun got in on the run-scoring action
I hear next day, her back needed traction
H hit 2 homeruns, her legs were soon tired
Marcus hit 1 before his batteries expired
Voodoo hit 4, we thought he'd hit more
but the outfield played deep, to hold off the score.
We finally ended, 3 long innings we played
these few, these proud, these brave who stayed
28 runs, 3 innings this week
Saturday softball is not for the meek
So as 2009 sees her twilight
we wish you all Merry Christmas and good night
Monday, December 07, 2009
5 December 2009 - Too wet to play, hit the lanes instead
The storm started earlier than last week, and we could not achieve
critical mass to start the game before we lost visibility of the
towers (the true test of rain intensity). So the game was called,
texts were sent out, a message left with Joe (for stragglers with no
phones) and we headed over to our alternate haunt for some saturday
bowling instead.
Bowling lineup was shirts vs noshirts. In this case, LOD baseball
shirts - Rickey, Mick and Boat vs DT, Superdad, H and horfun. Noshirts
won all 3 games, by total and by average. There was hardly any contest
even with some stellar frames from the shirts. The no-shirts
dominated. Even when horfun (who had carried the team in game 2) bowed
out, no-shirts still took game 3 with a resounding victory.
critical mass to start the game before we lost visibility of the
towers (the true test of rain intensity). So the game was called,
texts were sent out, a message left with Joe (for stragglers with no
phones) and we headed over to our alternate haunt for some saturday
bowling instead.
Bowling lineup was shirts vs noshirts. In this case, LOD baseball
shirts - Rickey, Mick and Boat vs DT, Superdad, H and horfun. Noshirts
won all 3 games, by total and by average. There was hardly any contest
even with some stellar frames from the shirts. The no-shirts
dominated. Even when horfun (who had carried the team in game 2) bowed
out, no-shirts still took game 3 with a resounding victory.
Next week might be the last official game of 2009, we will still show
up to get in some batting practice and fielding work, but it looks
like too many folks flying off from the 13th till 2010. That said,
let's make the coming weekend's game one to remember.
See ya'll in the diamond.
--
Sent from my mobile device
Saturday, December 05, 2009
LOD Golf - 20 December 2008
We don't just play softball and bowl. Some folks golf, play video games and even play music. The Saturdaysoftball crew is a multi-talented bunch (There are some who are even REAL doctors.)
The LOD crew hit the links.
Check out Rugburn's sweet swing. Not just for hitting Homeruns.
So who's ball was closest to the hole?
H... Enigma. Hits a softball left, hits a golfball right. (insert swings both ways joke here... and then prepare to DIE...)
Mick, doing a Tiger woods impersonation. Now will he cheat on his wife?
Superdad, showing he has control as well as power.
I call that the caddyshack view.
The LOD crew hit the links.
Check out Rugburn's sweet swing. Not just for hitting Homeruns.
So who's ball was closest to the hole?
H... Enigma. Hits a softball left, hits a golfball right. (insert swings both ways joke here... and then prepare to DIE...)
Mick, doing a Tiger woods impersonation. Now will he cheat on his wife?
Superdad, showing he has control as well as power.
I call that the caddyshack view.
Friday, December 04, 2009
Thursday, December 03, 2009
28 November 2009 - Wet and Wet and Wet and Wild
St ONEs: 1st Jupton, 2nd Jor-El, 3rd DT, SS Ripken, OF Bumblebee, Mike, John, Superdad
TWOs: 1st H, 2nd Horfun, 3rd Rickey, SS Mick, OF Boat, Rugburn, Chano, Matt
ONEs 6: TWOs 9
I honestly don't remember the last time we played in the rain. And when I say rain, I don't mean the dinky showers that occasionally choose to ruin Saturday. I mean full-downpour, can't see the clock tower, lightning and thunder, warning-bell, category 1 storm. IT WAS AWESOME. The rain was so heavy, the ball barely left the infield. The rain was so heavy, several folks chose not to wear shoes. The rain was so heavy if you dug in to the batters box, you couldn't dig yourself out. The rain was so heavy, there were more nipples slipping than people sliding. IT WAS AWESOME.
The best part of playing in the torrential downpour that passes for rain (and yes, it was a freak rain that only happens once every 50 years... or so say the overpaid multimillion $$$ so-called minister/dictator) was that everyone played and everyone stayed. No one pussied out, no one 'called the game off' for bad weather. No one ran to the shelter. No one went to Joes till the game was done and the last out was recorded. There was a tarp, but no one hid beneath it. It was only used to cover our bags to keep our other stuff dry. Meanwhile, the balls were out on the field (And I say that with all meanings of the word).
9 innings we played, 6 innings in the storm, 9 innings in the mud, and the lightning warning only stopped blaring to signal that we had started the top of the 9th. 9 innings we sloshed, slid, dived, hit, threw and caught just like we were playing game 7 of the world series in Yankee Stadium. It was like we had achieved a zen-like state. It was raining, but there was no rain, there was no mud, there was only Saturday Softball.
TWOs: 1st H, 2nd Horfun, 3rd Rickey, SS Mick, OF Boat, Rugburn, Chano, Matt
ONEs 6: TWOs 9
I honestly don't remember the last time we played in the rain. And when I say rain, I don't mean the dinky showers that occasionally choose to ruin Saturday. I mean full-downpour, can't see the clock tower, lightning and thunder, warning-bell, category 1 storm. IT WAS AWESOME. The rain was so heavy, the ball barely left the infield. The rain was so heavy, several folks chose not to wear shoes. The rain was so heavy if you dug in to the batters box, you couldn't dig yourself out. The rain was so heavy, there were more nipples slipping than people sliding. IT WAS AWESOME.
The best part of playing in the torrential downpour that passes for rain (and yes, it was a freak rain that only happens once every 50 years... or so say the overpaid multimillion $$$ so-called minister/dictator) was that everyone played and everyone stayed. No one pussied out, no one 'called the game off' for bad weather. No one ran to the shelter. No one went to Joes till the game was done and the last out was recorded. There was a tarp, but no one hid beneath it. It was only used to cover our bags to keep our other stuff dry. Meanwhile, the balls were out on the field (And I say that with all meanings of the word).
9 innings we played, 6 innings in the storm, 9 innings in the mud, and the lightning warning only stopped blaring to signal that we had started the top of the 9th. 9 innings we sloshed, slid, dived, hit, threw and caught just like we were playing game 7 of the world series in Yankee Stadium. It was like we had achieved a zen-like state. It was raining, but there was no rain, there was no mud, there was only Saturday Softball.
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