Game 10: Craig Roofing 19, Demons 12
It's true. It's true.
The dream is dead.
Your heroes' dream of an undefeated season came to a screeching halt on a sunny day at dusty Moorman Main. Simply put, we got beat by the better team.
The Roofers hit the ball where we weren't, took advantage of a few Demon fielding miscues early and were never really threatened in snapping the Demons' winning streak at 10 games (dating back to last season.)
It appears we need to win just one of our final two games or have the Beavers lose in order to secure our first ever Division title. (Of course, we might already be sipping some Cristal and smoking some fat victory cigars if the Park District ever updated the damn standings.)
Few Demons were in the mood to celebrate anyway after this whipping. We were down a few troops (Big John Studd, Chuck D and Jim Dandy to name three), but it didn't matter. We hit the ball right too people and didn't have enough to come back.
Even the triumphant return of DOB from the disabled list didn't matter. Jazzy Jeff also gutted it out after injuring himself during last week's win over the Tattooists.
DOB wound up going 2 for 4 in his return, scored once and drove in a run. He's now 12 for 25 with five runs scored and 10 RBI on the season. He also contributed to the line of the night.
The Roofers had a shortstop who was going all out. This guy was diving all over the place for balls, picking up strawberries and scars all over the place. By the time this guy came up for the last time, he had three gaping wounds on his right leg.
So DOB says to him, "You have any more war wounds."
The guy turns to DOB and says, "Just this one."
Then the guy takes off his hat and shows off a huge scar on his head he picked up from Desert Storm.
Seems that the guy fell off a HumVee and suffered a head injury that brought him home early. Luckily the guy laughed off DOB's comment. He's probably some kind of John Rambo green beret and could snap my neck in three seconds.
Nothing else of note happened. We managed to turn two double plays on defense, but our offense flat out stunk for the most part.
All we have left on the schedule are two rainout games. We're off next week and return to Moorman Main at 8 p.m. on Aug. 9. Don't know who our road kill is, and, quite frankly, it doesn't matter.
Maybe if the QPD updates our standings by then we'll know where we stand in regard to our title quest.
Until next time.
It's true. It's true.
The dream is dead.
Your heroes' dream of an undefeated season came to a screeching halt on a sunny day at dusty Moorman Main. Simply put, we got beat by the better team.
The Roofers hit the ball where we weren't, took advantage of a few Demon fielding miscues early and were never really threatened in snapping the Demons' winning streak at 10 games (dating back to last season.)
It appears we need to win just one of our final two games or have the Beavers lose in order to secure our first ever Division title. (Of course, we might already be sipping some Cristal and smoking some fat victory cigars if the Park District ever updated the damn standings.)
Few Demons were in the mood to celebrate anyway after this whipping. We were down a few troops (Big John Studd, Chuck D and Jim Dandy to name three), but it didn't matter. We hit the ball right too people and didn't have enough to come back.
Even the triumphant return of DOB from the disabled list didn't matter. Jazzy Jeff also gutted it out after injuring himself during last week's win over the Tattooists.
DOB wound up going 2 for 4 in his return, scored once and drove in a run. He's now 12 for 25 with five runs scored and 10 RBI on the season. He also contributed to the line of the night.
The Roofers had a shortstop who was going all out. This guy was diving all over the place for balls, picking up strawberries and scars all over the place. By the time this guy came up for the last time, he had three gaping wounds on his right leg.
So DOB says to him, "You have any more war wounds."
The guy turns to DOB and says, "Just this one."
Then the guy takes off his hat and shows off a huge scar on his head he picked up from Desert Storm.
Seems that the guy fell off a HumVee and suffered a head injury that brought him home early. Luckily the guy laughed off DOB's comment. He's probably some kind of John Rambo green beret and could snap my neck in three seconds.
Nothing else of note happened. We managed to turn two double plays on defense, but our offense flat out stunk for the most part.
All we have left on the schedule are two rainout games. We're off next week and return to Moorman Main at 8 p.m. on Aug. 9. Don't know who our road kill is, and, quite frankly, it doesn't matter.
Maybe if the QPD updates our standings by then we'll know where we stand in regard to our title quest.
Until next time.
Labels: 2007 season
posted by PPGA Commish at 9:43 PM
3 Comments:
I deserve some credit in the postseason blog post. I'm the Nomar Garciaparra of the Demons: When I left, everything started to click for the team.
Not sure who becomes the Orlando Cabrera, although I'm sure DOB will claim it's him.
wow.....all this and nothing of Mark's triple?
I think we need to have practice ....
rh
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