Cherry Springs

Some of us decided to drive 5 hours north to stargaze at Cherry Springs State Park.  Little did we know it was going to pour the entire weekend.  Which meant there was zero stars to be seen both nights.  However, the inside of my tent stayed mostly dry and the park itself was beautiful.   Nice hiking trails and a wonderful layout to view the galaxy just added to the awesomeness.  Anyway, we plan to go back.

As Is Tradition...

After vanquishing the #1 seed in the semi finals (9-1...what happened there?), the Jorts faced a familiar foe in the finals.  The competition was a fierce, hungry, and well matched adversary.  Similar lineups, positioning and hitting style created a final for the ages, as the lead changed multiple times on great hits, costly errors and gutsy base running.  Truth be told, that juiced and mostly round kickball ruled the night, allowing for quick throws and searing hits.  Sadly we won 6-5 on a walk in run, which is no way to win a championship.  However, with the bases loaded, at the end of the day, you still need to get the ball somewhat near the plate.  We don't believe in bunting and Mike would have kicked it if it was anywhere near the zone.  Not to mention we were away and the other team had a chance to tie it up in the bottom of the 7th, which they almost did, as we recorded the final out with the bases packed.  Anyway, big shout outs to Corinn, our finals MVP for a badly needed monster hit that drove in a couple RBIs, to Bre for being our super solid swing player and filling in all season long (I believe she needs to go on a date with Fuckface McSniffHair if she doesn't fully join), and to Bob for his last run.  He unbelievably went 6-0 over 2 years and several different fields.  If that's not a hall of fame stat i don't know what is.  Plus he only fired like 2 or 3 people from the team, which I'm sure must have been the toughest part for him.  

 Every once and a while kickball gets real.  That's what #11 looks like...that and Jake's back...I'll miss Cletus when he's gone...

Put It On The Blog

Against all predictions, the Jorts, coming in at the 7th seed, somehow battled the semi-cold? and mud to capture number 9.  Put that in your blog and smoke it.

Oh, and for good measure, and here's number 8! (I think anyway?)

Numero Siete

And that's how it came to pass, that on the second-to-last day of the work week, the kickball crew that tarred the plate factory roof in the spring of '15 wound up sitting in a row at nine o'clock in the evening, drinking icy cold vodka style water, courtesy of the newest manager that ever rounded a base at Roberto Clemente State Prison...I mean Roberto Clemente Field...The colossal prick even managed to sound magnanimous. We sat and drank with the moon on our shoulders and felt like free men. Hell, we could have been playing kickball at one of our own houses. We were the Lords of all Creation. As for Coach, he spent that break hunkered in the shade, a strange little smile on his face, watching us drink his vodka...You could argue he'd done it to curry favor with the ref, or maybe make a few friends among us players. Me, I think he did it just to feel normal again, if only for a short while.

MOVE OVER MJ, YOU GOT COMPANY! JORTS WIN AGAIN!

In a year full of ebbs and flows, Salute Your Jorts once again solidified its claim as the best in class.  Left for dead in the spring of 2014 and forced to abandon an undefeated season at the hands of the league, the Jorts finished out the fall season with no one left to beat. 

Hungry for a title after a disappointing loss in the summer session championship, first year captain Skipper Mitchell proved himself as the right man for the job.  In leading Salute Your Jorts to the championship, he can now boast sweet victory along with his predecessors.  The Jorts took an early lead in the top of the first and never looked back.  Small ball was the key to success in a 4-1 defeat of the #1 seed in the regular season.  Gavin Lotz Kaiser made his presence known after a brief absence from the team.  His chatter and relentless base running rallied the Jorts and befuddled the opponent in its attempt at a comeback.

After the game, fans were chanting "Six! Six! Six!", in honor of the Jorts sixth championship.

How sweet it is.

I believe this is in the budget for next year:

Playoffs!

Playoffs started, and the Jorts staved of defeat in the first round.  Our secret weapon was this guy, our biggest fan:

Better Late Then Halloween