July 11, 2008
Giant Robot Softball 2008 Spring - Champs
Its difficult to say why two teams might hate each other while hate not being too strong a word at all. There is a certain disdain that the giant robot softball team has for the north end dude softball team and the feeling is mutual and with consent. With their abercrombie and fitch haircuts, 24 hour fitness bodies, and frat boy arrogance, they are the contrast of gr. We're the kids who parents are too busy working so we're left on the sidewalk to stay out of minor mischief only to get into torn pants trouble.
The game was ugly and low scoring as neither teams could get much hitting done. PK threw them off balance with his high arc pitches but offensively, we seem to be pressing and over swinging. The score was 3 to 1 in their favor during the bottom of the 6th inning. We called the boys together and I wanted to say "mother fuckers, wonder twins power need to activate" but instead mumbled something nervously and incoherently. We were able to load the bases and michael walked up to the plate. He and I don't always agree on things, the team personel, the ethics of the game, kobe vs. shaq or the value of uwe bolle movies. I also don't like that my ex called him dreamy - but thats another story altogether. but thats another story altogether. However, when we go into the battle of the game, we always stand side by side. And so I guess the north end dudes were mouthing off, yelling at us causing anger in his heart...which is not a good thing because michael hits homeruns. A lot of them. The pitch came down and with a smooth stroke, he line drived the ball into the outfielders gap. Our team erupted and as michael rounded 3rd base toward home, he stared at the pretty boys and gave them the cut across the throat sign. Holy shit and oh no, they were not happy. So we were up 5 to 3. They rebounded quickly and we were down by 1 in the last inning. But there pitcher was shaky and you could see him surcomming to the pressure of the game. We continued to take walks causing fear and frustration in his eyes. The bases were loaded again and michael yells at me to get it out of the infield. I wasn't having a particularly good game but I can always hit the ball high and hard. I hit a sacrifice fly and the game was tied with men on 2nd and 3rd. They walked the lead off hitter to load the bases - thats the smart thing to do since they could create the force out. But bk came up and poked one down the third base line to bring in the winning run. Oh yea, they threw their glove on the ground in disgust while we celebrated like vikings in a castle.
Maybe North End Dudes are really ok. I've never talked to them and maybe they do volenteer work on the weekends and help the elderly cross the street. Who knows but i do know this. They shouldn't use illegal bats after being warned by the umpire and bring alcohol to the field. Nor should they be sore losers and demean our win when shaking our hands at the end. Ahh, fuck them.
bottom row l to r: pk, bill, bk, mikey, chi
* michael aka the stranger only appears when we want trouble.
Posted by yumyumcha at July 11, 2008 11:39 AM