Another Thursday... another week at Brands... another notch in the bat (RIP Brian's Capone aka Black Beauty aka Ebony Thunderstick aka El diablo de la noche aka DarkStar MonStar aka Solid Magma aka the bat forged by Hephaestus himself in the service of softball royalty descended from Olympus to wrathfully smote punkazz clownz)... another evening spent dodging gopher holes because Brands is the worst of Chicago's park because it's dumb and I hate it and it's stupid and I. DON'T. WANNA. but softball and friends and stuff.
Upside! Glass-half-full kinda nonsense though: We are playing lean and mean tonight... missing like, 4 dudes because there's a concert by some dude. What does that mean?
- More at-bats!
- More enthusiasm!
- More beer for the rest of us!
- More humor at the absent teammate's expense!
So, the Boozin' Susans* and Team Come from Behind should prepare for annihilation. Even if the dudes are going to be quite well 'oiled' for the Men's League Game. Frankenbat may get a run-around. Batting lefty might too. Oh, and remember team(s) - there are no Sour Patch adults because we keep eating their children.
* For the record, here's a list of the best Susans
- Lazy Susan
- Susan Sarandon
- Susan B Anthony
- Susie Patoosie
- Susudio
- Susan Boyle
- Susie Greenberg
- Suddenly Susan
- Susan Pevensie
- Susan Ross
- Susie Derkins
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