The Daily Howler

Editor-In-Base-Relief: Adam “Where’s Sancho Panza” Mead

Ennead goes “All-In”, with everything and the Kitchen Sink!

We entered Central Park with an overflowing team, players for the ages, oh wait, I mean aged. We were taking on FxFowle, there we paparazzi all around, looking for pictures, letting out growls. We took the field and started off strong, bases loaded no one out, something was wrong with this picture, it had to be wrong. We were light on our feet, filled with delight. We scored no runs, but this was looking like more fun. The next inning, that fowled bunch came a swinging, and before you knew it we weren’t winning. But, we fought back with a new found spirit, we tied the game 4-4, we were maybe possibly going to do it, I could just feel it. But as I caught my reflection it was Don Quixote, I was playing. Chasing the “WIN” in windmill again, bat in hand, grasping at straws, maybe, but were fighting, that’s all I am saying. The wheels they did begin to creep, as FxF put up 3, then 4 runs, it was beginning to show, this was getting close to done. But like the man from La Mancha, reality never got in the way of our pursuit, we would re-write this story, right down to the root. Now, in the end we did not lose, it was our first complete game, another way to alleviate those central park blues. At 0-6 some might conclude, the season lost, but as I would write it,  merely an interlude. So stay tuned, ear close to the ground, for the that faint whisper and smile might just be a win to be found.

Until next game, Adios, Visa Vi, Ergo, Ibid, and Adieu!

The Daily “Oh Good Grief Charlie Brown” Gazette

Ennead learns the Game

Editor in Disbelief: Adam “LUCY!!!” Mead

Ennead shows up to the sun baked fields of Central Park’s Hecksher, filled with a wild eyed optimism, or maybe that was fear of the face eating maniac recently mentioned in the news, for we were clad in our fresh partner face clad tee’s. Our wily opponent stood across the diamond, with a grimace only a mother could love. As game time approached, we looked around for players to poach, you see, we only had 6 players. Our t-shirts showing only 6 partners, we should have brought them all, even if in layers. I looked around in dismay, there was not much to do or say, even I could not stop the end of may. Before the game even started, our spirits were thwarted, a new way to lose, our foreheads branded, 5 time losers, no runner left stranded. A forfeit you see, came so quickly towards me, there was no reason for glee, other that the future cold beer. We did manage a scrimmage, that left us with some sense of good will, and looking forward to anything, even staring out into the distance at those singing bird’s plumage. We’ve learned the game in spades, and that loses can appear en masse as some sort of cavalcade.

0-5 our team now stands, looking to turn it around; just make a small sound, to hold onto our good sense Humor, and as Arnold once said ..”It’s not a tumor!”

Thanks to all that showed. We continue to soldier on….Next Game Monday @ 7:00 vs. PCF