So it was the Gangsters against the Toga wearers and we thought we had the advantage because...well, who runs fast wrapped in a bed sheet, right?! Here's our gang complete with mob members, flapper girls in boas, and smuggled moonshine.
Momma Fe, Big G, and Groot (Randy Dong) are all decked out and ready for their next hit mission
while Tiny Tim and Seattle Jesus sip on moonshine from mason jars. Philip and Shane are just looking mean.
Smokin Bunts came out swingin! The first 3 kickers all got on with singles, Shane Chambers, Karen "Silent Killer" Savell, and "Matrix Max"Kutsch. Casey Heck was kicker #4 and with good reason! He kicked the crap out of it and it may have gone all the way to the dirt of the infield. I'm not sure, I was running my butt off at the time...but he was able to run home with ease and tucked that mamma-jamma GRAND SLAM under his belt to bring the Smokin Bunts up 4-0 just like that. It was all part of MY master plan, of course. Foulies Wade Brock pitched a change up or some bouncey crap to me and I went to bunt at it and somehow trapped it under my foot and awkwardly went down flat on my back almost spraining my ankle, breaking my butt, and dislocating my liver. On the very next pitch I bunted and got on base while everyone was still laughing, yet AGAIN keeping the Silent Killer Streak alive. That distraction lasted alllll through the first inning and that's how Casey got his grand slam. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Moving on! (Brock, your getting my doctor bill. It's in the mail, you prick. Love ya!) ;)
The Foulies went up to kick and the Smokin Bunts defense was blinded by the low sun. Poor Tiny
Tim Nellis couldn't see the throws coming into 1st and bobbled almost every one. Don't worry,we have a weilders shield on order for him for the next game. We will be prepared next time!!!!! The Foulies kept laying it on and got 5 runs on us before we could stop the bleeding. 5-4?! Crap!
Inning after inning the score stayed the same with defenses adjusting to bunts, grass, sun, and distracting 1st base refs:
Dammit Jeremy! I'm trying to concentrate!!!
That 'stash, tho...
So, like I said before, it all came down to the last inning. And I will leave it in the elegant words of Foulie Victoria Davis:
Let me paint you a word picture. foulies have to get two more outs to end the
game and smokin bunts have a man on third. Kicker plants a sweet kick to left
field but Todd Gular comes in like a train and catches the shit out of it.
Runner on third takes this moment to go for the tie and Todd launches the ball
to the waiting Mike Ragin, who is later quoted as saying "i didn't even have to
move, he threw it right to me" tags the runner like a champ. Double play and
foulies win.Yep, it happened just like that. Kicker Randy "Groot" Dong (Yep, I'm calling hiim Groot. Have you ever stood next to the dude? He's a frickin tree!) kicked a shallow fly to left and Philip Stanley was directed to tag and RUN!!!!!! It HAD to be a perfect throw and tag to get the likes of his quickness out and the Foulies pulled it off. We almost tied by 0.000000643 seconds....
Foul Balls, you deserve that great win! Good game!!
On to the bar! Smokin Bunts celebrated with the Bar Belt that we won from last week! Casey Heck even put some Somkin Bunts mojo into the belt and reinforced it with steel rivets to keep it from falling apart. Who knows what this poor thing has been through, and where its been and whats been on it. Yikes! Good job, Casey!!
Just like new! Casey restored the belt like a CHAMP!
That should be at least 50 points, Fagel. Just sayin...
Over and out. Hey, where's that moonshine?!
Smokin.......
;)
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