Games 25 & SWEET JUDAS IT'S ARMAGEDDON

I'm sitting outside enjoying a mild summer evening with a beer and a dog who's PENNY GET OUT OF THE DAMN PLANTS. Ahem. As I was saying, it's a beautiful July evening as I sit and type this. I mention the weather as it is in stark contrast to Thursday night's conditions, which were less than favorable. It rained all afternoon, and there was significant doubt that we'd be able to play our games. However, Der Fuhrer Clarkenhoffer is beginning to run out of days in the summer, and it seems he's making every effort to cram in softball, no matter what Mother Nature's cruel whims dictate. I got notification from fellow Ramboner Andy that we would play as I careened down Army Trail Road in Wayne unable to see more than 3 feet in front of my face due to a torrential downpour that Noah himself would cringe at. I couldn't believe it until I pulled into the Memorial Memorial (it's a memorial to memorials, stupid) Field and saw the sole bag of Diamond Dry in the Batavia Park District's fiefdom being spread around the bases and the plate. Game, it would seem, on.

So, we played. We played dang well, too. Slick fielding, timely hitting, smart pitching, and an opponent's futile attempt to execute a swinging bunt (HUGEMONGOUS softball no-no) led to an easy Rambone win. Exuding confidence and machismo, we prepared for Game the Second.

Then, like a jungle cat of some sort toying with it's doomed prey, dat stank ho Momz Nizaterulah decided to show us what's what. Thanks to the keen meterological insight of Rambone's own DJ - "It looks nasty to the north...I've been watching it for like 20 minutes" - we knew our time was short. Having somehow fallen behind 4-1 in the top of the 3rd (details are sketchy...I'm pretty sure it involved a double-steal and a hidden ball trick), we began massing our armies on the bases, poised to take a lead before hellfire and brimstone rained upon us. Sadly, it was not to be...the ump wisely insisted we "get the hell out of here". 10 minutes later, a field abandoned for the night, the torrential rains indeed began.

To summarize, we won the first game, and TBD'd the second.

SCHEDULE UPDATE: Intrepid Ramboner (and newly single...get in line, ladies!!) Butts has alerted me to the following newsflash: three games on Thursday. Game 1 will get underway around 7:45 or so at Memorial. This is good news...originally we were scheduled to play at West Main that night. This will be our final tune up before the playoffs begin the next week, so let's look sharp, men.

Also, I would like to hearby bestow a medal of freedom or a silver cross or something to Stat Vixen Bri, who fought through 4 gaping, wisdom-toothless holes in her talkhole to track the stats you see below. Way to look like a chipmunk, Bri!!

Statistical Update (Game 2's stats are included because Ramboner Mike asked nicely that they be. See what happens when you ask nicely? HEAR THAT MARIE???):



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