29 With Extra Sauce

We started the championship with an error in center that damn neared rolled to the fence and costed two runs. We got one back fairly quickly, then gave another run up.  The rest of the night proceeded 3-1, the entire team kicking horribly, committing...well, I lost count at four errors but we had more.  The game was basically wrapped up.  So bottom of the seventh, end of game, our lead off somehow takes a walk, even though he should have struck out twice. Unbelievable. Then we finally get a decent hit. Then another.  And a throwing error while Zach is sprinting home is wildly off target so we tie the game. It was weird as hell. All we had to do was collect our last three out and end this miserable game we just played and go home losers for the year. Although here we were, headed to overtime for some strange reason. They started the opposing team with a runner on second, but we held. Then we got up and immediately moved our guy to third. Crotty came to the plate and just needed a sacrifice fly to the outfield to win it.  He laced it to right center for a hit and the game winner.  #29 was unexpected.  It was only the second seasonal championship of the year.  So The Jorts ended up 2 for 4 for the year. Not terrible for year 15. Most of us are old. Serious old.

 

Also, at the end of October, we won our second tournament.  I guess it was the first one HeyDay put on? I dunno, who cares.

28 is great

Number 28 is in the books with both sides having players missing all over the place.  Final score I believe was 4-2. Meg returned for the first time in a long time, Nicole snagged another pinch-sub medal, and Al decided to play for us instead of his double dipping team, as to not get murdered in his sleep.  I was grateful as I didn't have to play third.  If Al would have played for the other team, that would have been...

some real Hahn shit right there...or so the saying goes. 

Gabon the Mighty

April 18

Gabon decided to haunt the diamond tonight and accompany himself with his known bottle of spirits at first base for whomever gets a hit.  A head also made an appearance.  And the shame bells.  

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.