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!