That's right, a recap!

It's been a while since I wrote a game recap and I'd like to thank everyone who points that fact out to me....constantly.  I'm going to have to tread very carefully here as these blogs now have a tendency to start wars between teams.  I'll have a lawyer (a real one not Russ) look over my post after I write it to edit out any references to Whiskey ###### and the #### Museum or the Please Touch #######.  First, let's look around the league at what we missed.  Aside from the Email-ocaust between aforementioned rascals, there were some games with obvious playoff implications.  Most recently, the Fleisher narrowly lost to the Pencilhattans.  I say they lost not that the Pencil won because, well, I was the game.  If I could have given out two losses I would have.  Neither team wanted to win but the Fleisher wanted to not win just that much more.  That's playoff softball!  Dedication, devotion, and turning all the nighttime into the day.  Kyle Jacobs played a lock down short against Nevins who couldn't solve that pesky hit it to the grass approach.  And Brennan saved the game with a leaping catch on a high throw from Donlen that reached nearly 4 feet at its apex.  The Blogfather said he wasn't going to play and then pitched the whole game in a shrewd tactical maneuver that baffled the Fleisher Band Circle.  Really thought the Circle was gonna show up after a narrow miss (8-5) against the Collar the week before.  Fleisher, looking like an early favorite for the 3 seed after beating the Fart ###### earlier is now looking like the .500 team I picked early in the year.  But kudos to the Pencil for winning the game they needed to win.

And on to our game
Most competitive game we've played in years and I mean that by number of good plays and good hits, not just by score alone.  18-16 good guys over the Elmer Twelve.  Seriously, Elmer put like 7 people on that team in an effort to usurp power from Alvin or Benson or whatever puppet regime is "running things."  Things looked dire in the top of the first when the Ball Taps singled, singled, then one of the Ogres hit a bomb to right center field that cleared the bases.  3-0, no outs, long night.  But then, Ed took his ginseng and settled down.  Ogre fly out to left, Camel fly out, hit, Benson ground out or something.  3 runs.  We scored three in the bottom of the 1st, 2 with no out and 2 outs after The Management decided to hit a sac fly to right with one out...foul.  Some called it a foolish ploy.  Others called it a stroke of genius.  The latter group was much smaller.  The game went back and forth and most of the time Catahoula was up.  We were actually up by 6 at one point 12-6 but again elected to hemorrhage that lead like Walmsly with a victim's open head wound.  So after a neck and neck battle, it was tied going into the bottom of the 6th.  We clawed together some hits, and put two on the board.  That set the stage for the 7th.  Trailing by two runs with the bottom of the order up, there was a pop out to left, a ground out to second and then Joey Whiteshoes came to the plate with 2 outs, none on, down by 2.  He laced a single to left center field.  The Nicktatorship quickly got to the ball and threw a bullet to second whereupon, shockingly, Whiteshoes was coming in hot, trying to stretch it into a double.  What transpired was one of the weirder scenes in slowpitch softball.  Being the careful tactician that he is, the Management received the throw in plenty of time, moved several steps in front of the bag to meet the runner who had yet to slide, placed his foot in the area that was likely to block the foot and applied the tag in plenty of time.  Now I don't like to use the words "ridiculously out" very often so I won't.  Instead I'll use the term "unquestionably, incontrovertibly out."  Now, some say Camels have terrible night vision, others say they're completely blind and move around by following a gradient of horse semen odor.  Either way, the Camel initially throws up an out sign...then says "but he was safe" and puts out the safe sign.  To which, those of us on the field said, "you're kidding right?" To which he puts up the out sign again....and says but he was under it so he was safe.  But I'm calling him out on principle....but he was safe.  This went on for quite a bit as no one understood a) what the call was b)why he was being asstarded and c) whether we should still be on the field.   Still have no idea.  Waiting for the replays on CCSLbaseball later today.  Which should show how out he was despite what Adam convinced himself of just to be difficult.  Game over.  Big win.  Championship implications.  And all without Pete....and Skinner...and Vellia.

Quotes from the week

"I had a role of penises that were more satisfying."
-La Nice

"Ryan has a small penis."
-No one ever

"Let's go Germ: the Irish Hepatitis C."
-someone about Derm

"Don't go in the portapotty, you'll get Hep C."
"No, Derm, you don't.  That's Hep A."
Me and Derm, utilizing my 8 years of post-college schooling for the first time ever

"Phyllis ran here because she's wet."
Ford

"We used to have a good blog."
Bunch of people, incorrectly.  It was never good.

"Doesn't seem any different from his other poops.  I wouldn't worry.  He doesn't appear to be in any pain.  He was in a good mood all day and went right to sleep with no problems."
Jess about Derm

"I'm holding our Chess game ransom until you update the shitty blog."
Lot of Derm quotes today

"Pickle don't play me no more."
Twatwer

"I hate the fucker  ########### and his whiny shitty blog."
#########

"Come on teams!  We can all make up at the Full Moon Rallye this weekend."

"It's like a Harry Potter convention with all these Ogres."
Matty Matty Matty

"He's very safe, Ryan."
"You're drunk."