-With two more clutch wins, the Lollygaggers improved to 7-1 on the fall season. This marked the likely end to the regular season for Cryan, who has decided to take a leave of absence from his lucrative career (and the Lollygaggers) to pursue his passion for interpretive dance;
-We beat a team of Hokies with our squad of predominantly UVA grads... a precursor for the Thanksgiving weekend football matchup? Ok, probably not. Lord help us if we run into a team of William and Mary grads;
-How about Quast coming up with a career night? Though he might have made a few plays in RF more exciting than they needed to be, he was clutch at the plate. I'm not quite sure why their left fielder moved continuously deeper as Quast placed hit after hit in front of him - but way to take advantage;
-When I slid into third and knocked the bag about five feet away, I was not sure whether I should stay in the general area of where the bag should have been, or reach for the base itself in foul territory;
-Special thanks to our team moms for the Gatorade/crackers run. Do they still sell Capri Suns? Those things were awesome, but you'd be done after like two sips. Anyway, I digress. On a somewhat related note, why did Marisa have grape jelly at the game?
-Two highlights of the night... #1: Queeney taking a throw from the OF, hanging in at the plate to make the tag... and getting run over by their player. This is not 'Nam, there are rules;
-#2: Upon arrival, I learned that a guy in the previous game had the rear windshield of his Lexus shattered by a foul ball... really sucks for him, but the destructive side of me has always kind of wanted to see this happen (this is why I involuntarily shout "Car!" on any foul ball). Needless to say, I was disappointed to miss it. Well in the first inning of our game, Cryan throws a high ball to Erick that skips off the top of his glove, goes over the fence, and smacks into the side panel of the Lexus - as the guy was standing behind it surveying the previous damage. You can't dream up stuff like that. The poor guy shouts out something like "Seriously?!?!", and moves his car back a few feet - presumably out of the line of fire (meanwhile, I am trying to contain my laughter in the outfield). Cryan proceeds to bat in the bottom of the inning and foul off a ball that misses hitting the guy and/or his Lexus by about a foot. He was lucky to come out of it alive.
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For the record, it was seedless boysenberry jam thanks to Erick who remembered my general distaste for seeds.
Wait...why is Erick buying you jam?
Some time ago, I think at Cap City someone asked me what my favorite kind of jelly with a pb&j was. I quickly answered Mrs. Knotts Boysenberry jam. FYI, Walter and Cordelia Knott invented the Boysenberry, and would later invest their Boysendollars in building a pretty awesome amusement park.
So Marisa had expressed some interest in this amazing jam but thought she wouldn't like it because there would be seeds. At some point I discoverd the seedless variety, then forgot about it, then found it while unpacking things from my old place.
Also, Parr left out at least 3 separate incidents of douchebaggery on the part of those guys. The guy who stepped on my foot and told me to shut the fuck up when I reminded him about the orange bag, the first baseman who kept blocking our runners by standing on the bag with no play, and the guy running to 3rd who stopped right in front of Cryan when he was catching a flyball.
Also, its going to be a big disappointment when there's an update that doesn't somehow involve me.
Ah, I was wondering what that argument at 1B was about. We miss out on a good deal of the douchebaggery in the outfield, and are usually left trying to deduce what is going on.
Erick, this blog is in serious need of occasional ranting posts from you about sneezing, gynecologist magicians, and whatnot.
I think we also need a recap of the exchange between the ump and their player after the game. Real classy team. Marisa?
I'm not sure how to properly explain the action that went along with the exchange because that's really what accentuated the classiness and we all know if I try I'll just make it worse so I think I'll leave the story to someone else :)
I think it might be best if my thoughts were never committed to writing.
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