6:45PM @ Brands

The title of this post is: "Nowhere to go but up".

So last week was a sobering, humiliating, soul-decimating embarrassment of shame.  It was akin to being in 7th grade gym class and farting while you tried to climb the rope.  Except that you were climbing the rope in front of the entire class, you only made it 2 feet up the rope and then audibly farted.  But when you got off of the rope, you felt that it wasn't just a fart - it was a pants mudpie.  So you sat away from everyone for the rest of class thinking that no-one could smell or see the problem but before class let out the teacher stopped caring and let everyone socialize during the last 5 minutes and during those 5 minutes Davis Schwienstager (totally the best gymnast in school) came up and gave you a wedgie for failing to climb the rope.  Then the aforementioned shorts-surprise was squished all up over your back because you guessed it, the wedgie was atomic.
When you got to your locker you found it had been vandalized and your clothes are gone so you have to walk to the Principal's office - during passing period with every other student - in your soiled gym uniform. Everyone sees your sin, everyone smells your failure.  Then the 24 year-old receptionist that is wicked hot sees what happens, takes a picture with her phone and calls you a diaper baby.

Fortunately, her titty is hanging out so you can deposit that in your relatively new, high-yield spank bank.



Let's play better this week.  A lot better.

Good news: the team we are playing tonight was beaten WORSE than we were last week.  These schlubs were on the wrong end of a 25-7 massacre. Plus, we are the visiting team so we get first crack at putting some runs on the board.

Wear cleats, get base-hits, drink beers, defend this house.