Well, kids, we finally had a preseason scrimmage. Well, looked more like a playoff game for the Force as they dominated the Griffons from the Fart Museum by a final score of 55-3. Said Coach Ray Solis of the Farties, "they just kept hitting and hitting! We couldn't do anything to stop them. We didn't execute on offense, we made too many mental mistakes, and nobody brought beer!!!" Couldn't agree with them more. Being the good sports that we are, we even game them some of PBR pounders taking an early lead in the race for this year's Commissioner's Cup. It also set up the defining moment of the game when the veteran shortstop for TFI called his shot. Pointing at the beer next to Solis' foot, the crafty and ruggedly good looking shortstop cried, "I'm hitting that beer!" First pitch, BANG! And the ground next the pitching rubber was soaked with sudsly goodness. Memorial Nick tried to duplicate with the next pitch only to pull a Bryan Rice and fail miserably. Such are the lessons in life.
Okay, stats from the first game:
Number of girls that showed up for us: 0
Number of times Barb struck out members of her own team: 4
Number of times Rice complained that he is short and ugly: TMTC
Number of times Avec-C made contact: 3
-expressed as a ratio over contact times from All star game: Undefined, cannot divide by 0
Number of references to Buddy's lack of hat: 25
Number of Ryan's that showed up: 2
Number of beers drunk: 24
Number of references to Demo's boobs: 1, thanks Mickey
Number of Pickle sightings: 0, sadly
Alright, second practice/scrimmage next Tuesday. Good night y'all!
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