Today's gentlemanly match was an intimate experience shared between a group of tight-knit friends. No more than 14 dedicated, brave softballers brought their wide range of abilities to the diamond on the day of Our Lord, Easter (fuck off, "god", we want to drink beer and rip doubles off the right field fence). Good 'ol 7-on-7 fare, players pitching and catching against their own teammates and everybody stepping into the batter's box at least six times. Worse things have happened in the world (like the Hindenburg, or--hey now!--Jesus dying for our sins).
The plucky upstarts known as the Dream Kids--homage to Dave McCary's (defunct?) band--steadily built a solid lead, scoring a couple runs in each of the first four innings. Simultaneously, the go-getters played stellar defense, holding the business-minded Reality Checks scoreless for a respectable period. Scholars and researchers alike will confirm that the highlight of the day, or possibly the best moment of all time, occurred when all-star Grahm (sic) Fink made a jaw-dropping, full-extension center field layout with two men in scoring position that put a momentary hold on the Reality Checks' designs to drive in a bunch of fucking runs. I'm sorry, sir, but your card has been declined! If you know what I mean.
But, as in life, the scrappy Dream Kids could not withstand the sheer brute power and overwhelming ability of the workmanlike Reality Checks. Final score: 17-11 in a shortened 7 inning affair. There are more Rwanda genocides out there than Obama's becoming the first black president in American history, if you catch my drift. Life is unfair, the underdog is the underdog for a reason, and things have a way of working out in the most obvious, boring and disappointing fashion. As Taylor of beloved Kid Nation fame would quip, "Deal with it!"
Quite obviously, this is the "Observe and Report" of eastside softball recap blog posts.
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great recap, really enjoyed it.
keep playing kids.
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