27 Is For Lovers As Well?

October 26 2023

 

EwwwWeeee...that was a humdinger of a final for the last session of the year.  Thanks to the new ref allowing bunting for the first time all season, we immediately fell behind 1-0 in the first inning.  We ended up finally knotting it up 1-1 before breaking it open with bomb to center right that got by the center fielder and rolled to the fence.  The play at the plate was as close as it could have been, with bang bang play resulting in the ref calling us safe by the thinnest of hairs.  Hooting and hollering preceded, in which their third basement yelled "Fuck You! Fuck You!" repeatedly.  So I hit him with the shimmy and well...he didnt appreciate that. Plenty more "Fuck Yous" were shouted.  More dancing ensued. 4-1 final.  Jorts #27.

 

 

 

  

26 Is For Lovers

We limped into the playoffs after losing our last game, usually having trouble finding personnel during the summer months (Mostly its just Jill being in the Hamptons all summer).  Anyway, we snuck into the finals to play a monster team and put up two runs in the first inning and that was it.  It ended 2-0.  It was a defensive stand for both squads.  The other team ended up pulling a triple play, catching a deep enough pop up down the right field line.  Bob tug up from first to second while Crotty tug up from second to third.  Somehow Bob got tug out half way to second, and Crotty hesitated coming around third, then got tug out at home plate.  The whole ordeal was unbelievable really.  Something you dont see every kickball game.  Props to the opposing team.  Anyway, when the dust finally settled, as noted, we came out on top of the low scoring affair.  Honestly I'd like to play the team again as they were a great team not filled with wankers.  It was a solid game all around.

Kicking For Cancer

Saturday August 5th

The last hurdle, and a tall one at that, was winning the annual Kicking For Cancer tournament.  Site of heat stroke, mass energy depletion, flaming grills, and of course injuries galore including the uber legendary double torn achilles tendon play.  Every year we were in the hunt, bombing out in the semis or the finals.  This year was apparently the year it happened.  Little bit of luck maybe pushed us through, but you gotta put yourself in the position.  Unreal.  Bask in it cause it might never happen again.  Also Chels broke her finger. 

25

 We turned the big two five at Hancock.

24 was something special

Kiet, Nicole, Jon and Ben filled in for us this session and won themselves some much deserved hardware after a hard fought 4-1 final.  There was blood and champagne and it almost tasted like Jorts circa 2014...especially after lancing a celebratory cyst at the bar...

 

 

 

23 and me

 Not much to write about here. #23

Double Dueces

 We slipped in another at years end.  Make it 22.  

Take a close look at that team pic.  Glassman made a coaching appearance, ringing that shame bell left and right.  He almost caught a line drive down third base line while coaching a runner...then promptly limped to the bench as he pulled his hamstring jumping for the ball.  Shit never changes.