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.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
14 November 2009 - Mudbath
ONES: 1st Johnny Upton, 2nd Jor-El, 3rd Rugburn, LF Uboat, CF Rube, RF Chano
TWOS: 1st Horfun, 2nd Rickey, 3rd Ripken, LF Mick, CF Superdad, RF Bumblebee
alltime SS: DT
ONEs 15 : TWOs 28 (5 innings)
Too much rain over the week meant the field was half-mud, half-water. Usual field was closed so we used the soccer field instead. NUS finally did something smart and properly closed the upper field. They actually put REAL banners that could not be removed so no soccer idiots would use the field and ruin it. In the long run, this would be much better than the annual shitlaying that NUS used to do every November/December.
On paper, the teams looked pretty even, but paper doesn't play softball. The TWOs bat's were on fire and the combination of soggy ground and the live ball did not help the ONEs. The Mick had 8 at-bats, and hit 7 homeruns, scoring more than a dozen RBIs. The ball just leapt off the bat and got stuck in the mud. It was a demon to play and predict the flight and bounce. The TWOs had some great opportunities at bat too, but they failed to capitalise on their power.
It was a massacre with the ONEs leading throughout the game going into the bottom of each inning leading by a mercy score, and the TWOs trying to claw their way back from conceding the game.
Hardly any defensive gems as the ball pretty much slopped into the mud and died. Those that carried went into the gaps. A couple of textbook relays to hold runners (we're actually getting good on these) but nothing noteworthy.
The longest hit of the day belonged to Rugburn. We had set up with LF in the short corner. Any ball landing on the track was an automatic homerun. The Mick had 2 legitimate HRs that way, and Superdad had 1. Rugburn's hit was not a HR though, as it landed foul, but it landed PAST the track, on the grass patch on the other side. By far the longest hit on that particular corner.
TWOS: 1st Horfun, 2nd Rickey, 3rd Ripken, LF Mick, CF Superdad, RF Bumblebee
alltime SS: DT
ONEs 15 : TWOs 28 (5 innings)
Too much rain over the week meant the field was half-mud, half-water. Usual field was closed so we used the soccer field instead. NUS finally did something smart and properly closed the upper field. They actually put REAL banners that could not be removed so no soccer idiots would use the field and ruin it. In the long run, this would be much better than the annual shitlaying that NUS used to do every November/December.
On paper, the teams looked pretty even, but paper doesn't play softball. The TWOs bat's were on fire and the combination of soggy ground and the live ball did not help the ONEs. The Mick had 8 at-bats, and hit 7 homeruns, scoring more than a dozen RBIs. The ball just leapt off the bat and got stuck in the mud. It was a demon to play and predict the flight and bounce. The TWOs had some great opportunities at bat too, but they failed to capitalise on their power.
It was a massacre with the ONEs leading throughout the game going into the bottom of each inning leading by a mercy score, and the TWOs trying to claw their way back from conceding the game.
Hardly any defensive gems as the ball pretty much slopped into the mud and died. Those that carried went into the gaps. A couple of textbook relays to hold runners (we're actually getting good on these) but nothing noteworthy.
The longest hit of the day belonged to Rugburn. We had set up with LF in the short corner. Any ball landing on the track was an automatic homerun. The Mick had 2 legitimate HRs that way, and Superdad had 1. Rugburn's hit was not a HR though, as it landed foul, but it landed PAST the track, on the grass patch on the other side. By far the longest hit on that particular corner.
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
31 Oct 2009
Post-ball’s Saturday activity was Indiana’s birthday party at Soulout, Geok’s brother’s restaurant near Pasir Ris, along Farmway 1. Most of you would think... 'where the hell is that?', to that I’d say 'only 10mins from my home'. It was a fantastic night. Delicious (and wonderfully authentic) Peranakan food, wine, beer and, yes... song.
The karaoke machine saw heavy use from all parties present, including a classic david and goliath face-off between professional singers and the Daly brothers. Who won? The verdict is still out.
Only the Daly’s and the Rugburn’s are missing.
Everyone’s here. Bring on the food!
Cheers!!!
My favourite dish of the night, Ayam Buah Kulak (English translation, Chicken cooked with toxic nuts)
Dinner over, Ripken lays down the first track. A Chinese song no less.
No kidding, he was reading the chinese characters from the screen. We’ve given him grief all through the Philippine trip, but the dude can sing.
Next up, Allan shows what is is what is.
The Daly boys take up the challenge.
The expression on Boat’s face pretty much summed up the night.
Challenge accepted. Allan and Ripken combine forces to take on the Daly’s.
How old is Indiana one might ask. Well, 2 cakes were needed to put all the candles.
The Birthday (err) Boy.
He’ll huff and he’ll puff, and he’ll huff and he’ll puff, and he’ll huff and he’ll puff....
The karaoke machine saw heavy use from all parties present, including a classic david and goliath face-off between professional singers and the Daly brothers. Who won? The verdict is still out.
Only the Daly’s and the Rugburn’s are missing.
Everyone’s here. Bring on the food!
Cheers!!!
My favourite dish of the night, Ayam Buah Kulak (English translation, Chicken cooked with toxic nuts)
Dinner over, Ripken lays down the first track. A Chinese song no less.
No kidding, he was reading the chinese characters from the screen. We’ve given him grief all through the Philippine trip, but the dude can sing.
Next up, Allan shows what is is what is.
The Daly boys take up the challenge.
The expression on Boat’s face pretty much summed up the night.
Challenge accepted. Allan and Ripken combine forces to take on the Daly’s.
How old is Indiana one might ask. Well, 2 cakes were needed to put all the candles.
The Birthday (err) Boy.
He’ll huff and he’ll puff, and he’ll huff and he’ll puff, and he’ll huff and he’ll puff.... 
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Monday, December 22, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Missing
24 May 2008. Short numbers. Batting practice and fielding drills. Led by The Great Santini.
31 May 2008. Rained out. Attendance - Great Santini, Jor-El, Bumblebee
Where did everyone else go?
7 June 2008. Rained out again. Attendance - Great Santini, Jor-El, DT, Mick, Uboat, H, Rugburn, Wild Thang. Santini and Wild Thang did laps and played catch. The Lords of Death rolled.
31 May 2008. Rained out. Attendance - Great Santini, Jor-El, Bumblebee
Where did everyone else go?
7 June 2008. Rained out again. Attendance - Great Santini, Jor-El, DT, Mick, Uboat, H, Rugburn, Wild Thang. Santini and Wild Thang did laps and played catch. The Lords of Death rolled.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Lack of Updates
Yup. It's that crazy time of year again, when I'm busy at work (right...) and can't really be bothered.
Apologies all round to those loyal folks who check this site often.
We will get back on track. I promise.
Meanwhile, check out...
Hanoi
and
Siem Reap
Apologies all round to those loyal folks who check this site often.
We will get back on track. I promise.
Meanwhile, check out...
Hanoi
and
Siem Reap
Thursday, May 01, 2008
Lords of Death Celebrate Communist Holiday
He can dress as badly as he wants cos SuperMom is not in town. Notice his outfit matches the house shoes.
This is my ball. There are many like it but this one is mine. My ball is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my ball is useless. Without my ball I am useless.
One more Strike to make it a sweep.
Rhythm Nation. Janet's backup dancers.
Rickey on the verge of a shutout-nohitter. No one's gonna talk to him.
3 pins baby....
Rickey hits 297 out of a possible 300 pins. He's retiring from bowling now.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Astons - Cheap and Good
We've been going to Astons for dinner after ball the last couple of weeks.
Fancy food, at a hawker price, in air-conditioned, hot-chicks-in-shorts hostelite food court. Pictures speak a thousand words. Total cost for those 2 plates... Less than $25. And don't get me started on the Double Meat... Double Chicken, prepared 2 ways (your choice) for $10
Fancy food, at a hawker price, in air-conditioned, hot-chicks-in-shorts hostelite food court. Pictures speak a thousand words. Total cost for those 2 plates... Less than $25. And don't get me started on the Double Meat... Double Chicken, prepared 2 ways (your choice) for $10
12 April 2008 - Wet and Wild
I know I owe 3 weeks of posts. It's on my notepad, been too busy.
Promise I'll upload it soon.
Meanwhile.
Promise I'll upload it soon.
Meanwhile.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Our Man Phil
Phil Dumatrait(pronounced "doo-MAH-tray")
Dumatrait was drafted in the first round by the Boston Red Sox in the 2000 Major League Baseball Draft.
On July 30, 2003, Boston traded Dumatrait, Tyler Pelland, and cash to the Cincinnati Reds for Scott Williamson.Dumatrait made his Major League debut in 2007 with the Cincinnati Reds. On September 9, 2007, Dumatrait made his shortest Major League appearance, giving up four runs on five hits to the Milwaukee Brewers in the first inning (including three consecutive home runs by Rickie Weeks, J. J. Hardy, and Ryan Braun to start the game). Dumatrait surrendered the mound to pitcher Tom Shearn without recording an out.
On October 26, 2007 he was claimed off waivers by the Pirates. (All information from wikipedia
Our Man Phil. Partying with Aaron Harang
Found on this website
In Step With: Pirates P Phil Dumatrait
Each day during spring training, Bradenton Herald staff writers will catch up with a Pirates or Rays player for a quick glimpse of things you might not know, and some things you won't find on the back of a baseball card.
Name: Phil Dumatrait
Position: Pitcher
Years with team: None
MLB Experience: 50 days
Stats last season: 0-4 with a 15.00 ERA in six games with the Cincinnati Reds
Height: 6-foot-2
Weight: 195
Date of birth: July 12, 1981
Born: Jul 12, 1981, in Bakersfield, California
Childhood heroes: Ken Griffey Jr., who Dumatrait got to play with last season. "He was a really nice guy," he said.
Hobbies/Interests: Hunting and fishing
Nickname: None.
Favorite movie: Old School
What's on your iPod: Everything from country to R & B to rock.
Favorite TV show: The First 48, a realty show on the A & E Network.
Favorite pregame meal: None.
First baseball memory: Watching baseball games with his father, which began Dumatrait's love affair with baseball. "I've been playing since I was 5," he said.
Baseball superstitions: None.
First job: Baseball. "I didn't have a job in high school," said Dumatrait, who signed with the Boston Red Sox in July 2000 after they drafted him in the first round of that year's draft. "My dad told me if I made baseball my job (growing up), he'd take care of me."
Most painful memory: Dumatrait underwent Tommy John surgery in April 2004. "It wasn't going through it, because that was gradual," he said. "Not being able to play for a year (was the worst part)."
Funniest teammate: Nyjer Morgan.
First car: A 1991 Chevy Silverado.
Baseball player you'd like to meet: Having already met Griffey Jr., his childhood hero, Dumatrait said he would take any of the current Hall of Famers.
Favorite athletes to watch: A Los Angeles Lakers fan, Dumatrait loves watching Kobe Bryant. "And Tiger Woods," Dumatrait said, "especially this year."
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