I would just like to say that if anyone heckles me in centerfield, that's just fine. I will find it hilarious. It will not bother me at all, in fact I might even feed off of it. And I'm not even getting paid to do this. So if you want to heckle me, I'm not a giant pussy, so that's ok.
So game 1 we kind of needed to get the rust out. The Old Style Bombers™ just needed to get the kinks out. In fact, I don't really even remember what happened in the first game, except that I did shitty at bat and we lost.
Game 2 is where the fun begins. We were a bit dishevelled in the game. Had some people barefoot, some in jeans, some in clubbing outfits, 1 in a dress; basically we looked like a fun baseball team should. Here were some quotes provided by our catcher, we'll call her Aron, that the other team said: "what is going on with this team, they're wearing jeans, they don't have shoes, they're drinking beer, but they're actually not that bad
they're really laidback we should come out to play like they do"
So we picked up the momentum a little bit and actually had a come from behind tie. Not too bad. Even my bat got a little hot.
MVP of the day: Aron and her .750 batting average while wearing a dress and flip flops. Truly this is a team Old Style Bombers¡ performance for the ages.
Record: 0-1-1
So we picked up the momentum a little bit and actually had a come from behind tie. Not too bad. Even my bat got a little hot.
MVP of the day: Aron and her .750 batting average while wearing a dress and flip flops. Truly this is a team Old Style Bombers¡ performance for the ages.
Record: 0-1-1
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