Week 2: AFT 9, Tap Outs 4
After starting the season with a convincing win, Ted's Shirt Shack Tap Outs (formerly YOUR Herald-Whig Demons) were humbled at Upper Moorman Field by a young and hungry and unfortunately not drunk enough AFT team.
It was the first loss for the Demons, er, the Tap Outs, since the infamous "Thunder and Lightning and The World Ending" game two years ago when we were stopped by rain, lightning, thunder, hurricanes, floods, plagues of locusts and earthquakes.
AFT might has well stood for All Forgot To. As in, we all forgot to hit, field, pitch, show up in general. AFT took a 2-0 lead in the top of the second on two dumb errors and it just got worse, as the lifeless Tap Outs never threatened.
Things got interesting in the top of the seventh with the bases loaded and two out. Hit Man fielded a sharply hit grounder to short and threw to Donny (Don't Call Me Keith's Brother) Wiemelt, but the throw hit the sliding runner. Don't Call Me Keith then picked the runner up and gave him a pile driver into the dirt. Fortunately cooler heads prevailed and there were no further incidents. Had DOB been in the house, there would have been a riot and he would have pulled a heel move with a chair shot to the back when the umps weren't looking.
Speaking of DOB, he was playing nice and maintaining domestic bliss since it was his wife's "23rd" birthday and didn't show up. Without DOB, Incredi-Dumb Bell made his debut behind the plate and didn't let one ball get past him. He formed an effective battery with Jazzy Jeff making his season debut on the mound, but the defense let him down and AFT did hit the ball hard toward the end of the game.
Let's face it - without DOB, the spark of the team, the ying to our yang, there is no way we would have lost 9-4. We would have lost 9-2. But I digress.
DOB is back in the house next week and Hit Man gladly gives up the blogging throne and gives way to greatness.
It was the first loss for the Demons, er, the Tap Outs, since the infamous "Thunder and Lightning and The World Ending" game two years ago when we were stopped by rain, lightning, thunder, hurricanes, floods, plagues of locusts and earthquakes.
AFT might has well stood for All Forgot To. As in, we all forgot to hit, field, pitch, show up in general. AFT took a 2-0 lead in the top of the second on two dumb errors and it just got worse, as the lifeless Tap Outs never threatened.
Things got interesting in the top of the seventh with the bases loaded and two out. Hit Man fielded a sharply hit grounder to short and threw to Donny (Don't Call Me Keith's Brother) Wiemelt, but the throw hit the sliding runner. Don't Call Me Keith then picked the runner up and gave him a pile driver into the dirt. Fortunately cooler heads prevailed and there were no further incidents. Had DOB been in the house, there would have been a riot and he would have pulled a heel move with a chair shot to the back when the umps weren't looking.
Speaking of DOB, he was playing nice and maintaining domestic bliss since it was his wife's "23rd" birthday and didn't show up. Without DOB, Incredi-Dumb Bell made his debut behind the plate and didn't let one ball get past him. He formed an effective battery with Jazzy Jeff making his season debut on the mound, but the defense let him down and AFT did hit the ball hard toward the end of the game.
Let's face it - without DOB, the spark of the team, the ying to our yang, there is no way we would have lost 9-4. We would have lost 9-2. But I digress.
DOB is back in the house next week and Hit Man gladly gives up the blogging throne and gives way to greatness.
posted by Rodney Hart at 9:20 PM
5 Comments:
No surprise that everything falls to crap without me!
See you home boys next week!
Your 3rd baseman needs some anger management classes.
a lot of people will look forward to this rematch
a lot of people will look forward to this rematch
Some things never change. I haven't played softball in Quincy for 5 years and Donnie Wiemelt is still a douchebag. Go figure. Maybe it's time to retire if the game's too rough for him.
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