Anyway, we start our trek to the Championship tonight at 9:30pm. It will likely be gawddang frigid on the field so dress appropriately. Appropriately for Nome, Alaska circa January 23rd. Or Superman's Fortress of Solitude - the whole thing is ice crystals! Bring gloves, hats, thermals, and a St. Bernard with fashionable mini-keg neckware.
Whoever we play has to play-in to face us. We have the advantage of a) being inside longer, thus staying game-shape warm and b) knowing the Bears score. I suggest baiting the other team into errors by yelling random statistics whilst running the bases. 'Jay Cutler threw for 400 yards... and he has a baby arm holding an apple!' SAFE FO' SHO, FOOLS!
I ramble. Be at Cody's 'round 7 for beers and Bears. Bring cold weather clothes and your money for the coach if you haven't paid yet. The great eye of Cassidy sees all!
2 comments:
Your ramblings get me in the mood. Not just for softball either.
Aaaannnddd, I'm creeped out.
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