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