HM/RAMSA Dethroned!

For the moment at least.........

The Narcoleptic Gazette

Editor-In-Grief: Adam “see no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil” Mead

"Ennead does its best Hollywood Audition"

Team Ennead came to Central Park’s Hecksher Field #1 last Thursday with a season’s worth of mud in our eyes. We were facing uptown’s own Mitchell Giurgola Architects. We cleared out the mud, quickly , took to the field, and promised not to yield. As is our modus operandi, we took a quick lead, 5-0, it was like watching Secretariat, clear away from the field. Now I’m not sure if it was my tinnitus, or if I heard David Coxson whisper to the skies, “we just might win this one?” It was at that moment the sun fell behind the clouds, and the MGA bats began to grow rather loud. A ball hit here, a ball hit there, a ball hit over Ryan’s head, over way, way, over there. We tried to hold our little red Ennead wagon together, but before we knew it the game was tied. But Wait!,, I made a deal with the devil on this one, oh man, He must’ve lied. We tried with all of our might, but much like “Weekend and Bernie’s” , when the bodies dead, there’s little left to do, but make another movie, part 2. So as the game came to a close 8-7, loser’s again, in our ennead clad clothes, we took our heavy heads south, to find cold beer and nachos to fill our mouths. 2 games remain in this weary and worn season, at 0-7-1 we’re fighting for our lives, I’m thinking at the next game we’ll come wielding knives. Until next installment, I’ll be wandering the office in a narcoleptic stupor.

Good Night, and Good Night!

Co-Captain, Adam “Never had ‘em” Mead

The Jet Lag Gazette

Editor-in-another time zone: Adam “keep it brief” Mead

Team Ennead shows up, falls short

Maybe I was still in another times zone, Greenwich meantime +2, maybe it was the weather, I wish I could manage an excuse, a little better, but a lose is a lose too, just like watching Breakin 2: Electric Boogaloo. Team Ennead began quickly putting up a couple runs, but before you knew it, the other team had scored more and the game was done. We usually continue on, to win the true fight, but this night, David’s wallet was light, and my head was somewhere at 30,000 feet in mid trans-atlantic flight. 6-3 lose and now falling to a 0-5-1 record. As Frank Constanza once let fly: “Serenity Now!”

Team Ennead take itself into a 1 week break, hoping to come back, better, faster, stronger, or maybe just show a brave face