Pancaking our way through the play-offs

It was a cold and rainy night.  The muddy field held water like a gorged centipede holds blood.  Only 7 of our players were there to start the game.  It was a mess.

But this was playoffs and the game must go on.  At least that’s what those blockheads over at Player’s Sports club said.  The weather and other circumstances has made scheduling games this season tough, but to make us play in such conditions was ridiculous.  Not as ridiculous as Britney leaking her own sex tape so K-Fed doesn’t make any money off it, but close.

No matter.  Most of the Urban Tribe was there, and we kicked some butt!

On offense we were clicking on all cylinders.  We bounced back from last week’s poor showing to overwhelm Mrs. Butterworth’s Ballas 11-2.  Wild Thang woke up, blasting three hits in three at bats.  She also plated 3 RBIs in the process.  Denim continued his excellent hitting as did nearly everyone else on the team.  Yours truly booted a couple of round trippers out to right field that were just out of reach.  Porn Star has got some work to do to regain the home run title.

The sloppy field made for a couple of amusing moments on the basepaths.  In the first inning, John Kelly was standing on first when I kicked a liner to right. He took off for second but unfortunately his gym shoes were smoother than a ken doll’s pelvis and he started slippin’ and slidin’.  He made it to second easily enough but my Flash-like speed got the better of me and I didn’t stop at first.  When John Kelly saw me streaking towards second he made his move towards third.  But the path to third was even slicker and he started slippin’ again.  He looked a bit like he was rollerskating for the first time in 20 years.  He made it about half-way when the short stop got the ball.  JK was a sitting duck.  Sorry man, my bad.

To make matters worse, I was thrown out at home after Wild Thang made a great hit over the third baseman’s head.  Two outs were on me and at least one of my teammates let me know it.  But after a brief marital verbal duel and a quick apology by me, harmony was restored in the universe.

On the defensive side we were solid.  For 4 innings we smothered Butterworth like a pad of butter atop a pancake stack.  They could do nothing against outfield.  It was only after being shaken down by a rogue member of Chicago’s finest that our opponents found any energy.  A couple of lucky placed shots gave them their runs.  But they weren’t enough.  The game was called after 5 innings and we advanced to round 2 of the playoffs.

Tonight marks the return of the Pilot!  Hopefully, he will provide a much needed offensive lift.  I’m so sorry Mayday and I won’t be able to attend.  But John Kelly has some skills on the mound.  The Architect is an animal is third.  On the offensive side Porn Star will try to regain the home run title.  You guys can do it.  Now get out there Urban Tribe and bring home the title!

The Joggler

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