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