Lost Both Games…We Bad!

Friday, June 13, 2008


Friday, June 13, 2008

Game One…Loss…4-24
Game Two…Loss…14-16

Hello again sports fans. (By the way…where are the fans? All I seen in the bleachers were a few wives, a couple dogs, and a rather large crow watching for some dead meat to appear on the field.) Hummm…Kinda depressing. Speaking of depressing; getting used to hearing about the Trinity Warriors losing the games, aren’t you? Well, perk up Chippie, it may get worse. We still have four games left and one of the teams are undefeated.

The number one requested aid at the games is Ibuprofen. The sad part is that it is usually requested before the games start. Oh boy, it is all down hill from there.

Thank the Lord, James, “T.B.” Sebree didn’t need the pain relief. He was on everything that came anywhere near him in outfield. His batting was good also. Way to go T.B.

Angie, “Ouch,” Sebree, was fearless. Very rarely do we hear those warrior yelps, anymore. Oh, how we miss the sound-barrier splitting Ouchhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Again… Jeni, “Lighting,” Harrison did a great job protecting the Home plate and mustered a tag or two to put out those who thought they could usurp her rule over that sweet plate. She even got on base a few times from her, ever improving batting, and even enjoyed the sweet savor of crossing home plate for a score. Now, if she can just get used to roller skates perhaps….oh, just dreaming here.

Leaping Leana, that “Mean Lean Bean,” Stueber can cover some ground. Mr. Long Legs can cover 10 yards while the average man covers 1 foot. Sometimes, he looks like a wind up toy Kangaroo set loose. His overall play is ever getting better and is a real asset to the team.

Our “Smoking” Ron Girard was hampered by some eye problems while playing outfield. Maybe that old song, from my era, “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes,” could apply here. It’s hard to catch a fly ball when it looks like 10 of them coming out of the stratosphere, right at you.

Alex, “Too Tall,” Best still has fire in his gut and grit in his teeth. Mr. Kill-The-Ball, wants to do just that. Pity the ball that finds the end of his bat. This giant is one to watch for next year, for sure.

Linda,“Rain,” Showers decided to play outfield this time. She did a good job out there, but we miss seeing her scramble infield where she shines. Say lady, you had your rest, now it’s time to come in from the outside and do your thing. “Let it Rain!”

Ole, Wanda, “Bad Girl,” Bovender was able to play this week and did a fair-to-middling job outfield. A little improvement here and we got a good one. Keep it going, girl.

“Missile Mike,” Harrison stayed out of trouble this week and turned in a fair night’s play. He didn’t hit the homers of last week, but he still keep the runners circling the bases. All in all, nice job.

Gillian, “Toughie,” Duffy hung in there on second and seemed to improve over last week. Didn’t take much for that, did it girl?

Mike,” Roughie,” was the man of the hour. This slugger is Mr. Everywhere. Mike could very well be eying the Team MVP award this year. Certainly in the running for it.

John, “Bad Boy,” Bovender, as always, turned in one of the best efforts for the night. Mr. All-Around is a can-do man. Let’s hear it for the Bad Boy!!!

Mr. Oldie but Goodie, “Iron Man,” Jack Sheets persevered for two games and only had to stop once for a brief nap on the pitchers mound. That was right after he throwed his hands in the air to protect himself from a line drive and the ball lodged right there in his glove. The surprised gray one pretended that was exactly what he intended to do; catch that fireball.

Jack, “Flash,” Haga, batting for the ancient one, “Iron Man,” Sheets, whose wheels are rusted, was not bad at bat and still has feet of fire. Flash, no youngen himself, always amazes our opponents with his speed. Go Flash, gooooo.

Now, I saved this player for last. It seems that our Debbye, “Thunder,” Whitehurst has again, set a new record of sorts. Picture this: Thunder rolls up to bat…pitch, strike one…pitch, strike two, your out…Thunder strolls back to the dugout, bat still on shoulder, mumbling, “How can the Umpire say I am out, I never swung at the ball.” It seems Ms. Thunder was under the impression that you can only strike out if you swing and miss the ball. The strike zone was unbeknownst to our Warrior. Surely this one is a candidate for the, newly created, “Ditzy” award. Oh-is-me!

Say, where is that Ibuprofen? Well next week we play the team that is in last place. (I think, tied with us.) Wonder if we can take that title away from them? Come out and witness our attempt to win some kind of a title. At least we have fun! Join us in the fun. Game starts at 6:45 PM at City View, field 1. Bring your own crying towel; mine is still wet.
Don’t forget to help save a whale. In my case, Shamoo is in my family tree.
Till next time, I remain, yours truly, 911, Reserve Extraordinary,

Lucian Thompson