8:45 on the SE Field

I think that image above says everything I've been thinking. Most importantly, last week sucked nards, but if you dwell on the past... you'll never date Kirsten Dunst (or Martin Short... ladies??). And that folks, is what really matters. So everyone just grab a beer and think about those sweet snaggleteeth. Also on my mind, how great would I look if I a) bleached my hair - see 'black Powder', b) wore black tank tops and creeped on you with my downward facing assault-smile, or c) wore a green polo with a 'please give me a wedgie' grin? No doubt, irresistible.

Hey, everyone send Kate Dietlin-Lehman some well wishes on her pending hand-screwing (hehehe, sorry). In all seriousness though, having screws inserted into your hand CANNOT be any fun. I believe that she is the first serious injury that the Masterbatters have sustained in these many years. Best wishes Kate, get that hand better!!! Let's win this one for the Gripper! see what I did there? instead of the Gipper, I changed it to the Gripper... because her hand is hurt... hello? is this thing on? anyone? I'll show myself out.

Anyway, instead of making fun of the other team this week (which clearly has not been working), I thought I'd write a little Masterbatters song. It is sung to the tune of 'The Thong Song' (ok, it is the 'Thong Song' just with different words):

This thing right here

Is lettin all the ladies know

What guys talk about

You know

The finer things in life,

Masterbatting,

Hahaha-Check it out:

Ooh dat bat so scandalous

And ya know another player couldn't handle it

See ya swingin' that thang when your at the dish

With a look in ya eye so devilish

Uh Ya like to play at all the softball spots

And ya cruise to the bases like connect da dots

Not just singles, she likes the baseknock

Cuz she was livin la vida loca

We've got Umps dumb as trucks trucks trucks

Our whole team's like, what what what

That was an out, you suck suck suck

Uh I think to sing it again

We've got Umps dumb as trucks trucks trucks
Our whole team's like, what what what

All night long

Man that ball was gone!

I like it when the hits go da na da na

Make the fielders run like da na da na

We make outs in the field like da na da na

That ump is wrong wrah wrong-wrong wrong

I like it when the hits go da na da na

Make the fielders run like da na da na

Masterbat on people like da na da na

Then we drinks beers and laugh like ha ha ha

Do I smell Grammy? Oh, that's what embarrassment smells like?

dammit