JFT played on the night of the annular solar eclipse. Almost two weeks ago now. I love saying that - annular solar eclipse. Say it fast three times - I dare you. Oh, and extra bonus points if you guess what's wrong with the title of this blog.
The game was about half way over at the peak, 6:37 PDT to be exact. In about the second or third inning, the sunshade started to change. The shadows got really strange and fuzzy. The umps couldn't see clearly - wait, they never do. Strange crescent moon shapes appeared everywhere. The lights came on. There were missiles darting across the sky. A howling was heard.
Wait - the missiles were Derek's bombs to deep right field, and the howling was just reaction to them. Once, then twice for a triple and a home run.
And then, there was the eclipse. The Mayans and other early civilizations may have shrunk away in fear but not JFT. Instead our game started with a good omen. Chopper and Derek were late and we had to start with 10 players. After a couple of pitches, Chopper, who had just arrived, finally tied his shoes and went to catcher, allowing Hazel to go to right and Greg to move to his usual rover position. The very next pitch was hit and produced a little blooper into shallow center that Greg ran back on and caught. There went the chances of the Polar Bears. We shut them out in four innings all together, including the first.
In our first we started with hits by Chuck and Sting and Greg, and then Lefty hit a gapper for two runs (of his team leading four RBIs for the game) and the rout was on. After two it was 7-1 and that was all we needed on our way to an eventual 16-5 win. One of the great highlights was our own Mr. Stink Eye hitting a gapper in the second and going to second on his rebuilt knees - that had to feel good for Joe.
Next up sneaky St. Matt's, and as Joe said in his email, they may have a connection to a higher power (but it won't be enough). Watch out for their coach and left center fielder. I play with Mark on another team, and he doesn't know how to stop on the bases. We should take them down, but they will little more challenging than the last couple of opponents. I'm not saying we should pray - that would be out of character. But perhaps finding one of those Turkish Stink Eye charms, and carrying them tomorrow (I know about these things; I have a Turkish sister-in-law). It will ward off the evil Christians, check it here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Evil_eye
The game was about half way over at the peak, 6:37 PDT to be exact. In about the second or third inning, the sunshade started to change. The shadows got really strange and fuzzy. The umps couldn't see clearly - wait, they never do. Strange crescent moon shapes appeared everywhere. The lights came on. There were missiles darting across the sky. A howling was heard.
Wait - the missiles were Derek's bombs to deep right field, and the howling was just reaction to them. Once, then twice for a triple and a home run.
And then, there was the eclipse. The Mayans and other early civilizations may have shrunk away in fear but not JFT. Instead our game started with a good omen. Chopper and Derek were late and we had to start with 10 players. After a couple of pitches, Chopper, who had just arrived, finally tied his shoes and went to catcher, allowing Hazel to go to right and Greg to move to his usual rover position. The very next pitch was hit and produced a little blooper into shallow center that Greg ran back on and caught. There went the chances of the Polar Bears. We shut them out in four innings all together, including the first.
In our first we started with hits by Chuck and Sting and Greg, and then Lefty hit a gapper for two runs (of his team leading four RBIs for the game) and the rout was on. After two it was 7-1 and that was all we needed on our way to an eventual 16-5 win. One of the great highlights was our own Mr. Stink Eye hitting a gapper in the second and going to second on his rebuilt knees - that had to feel good for Joe.
Next up sneaky St. Matt's, and as Joe said in his email, they may have a connection to a higher power (but it won't be enough). Watch out for their coach and left center fielder. I play with Mark on another team, and he doesn't know how to stop on the bases. We should take them down, but they will little more challenging than the last couple of opponents. I'm not saying we should pray - that would be out of character. But perhaps finding one of those Turkish Stink Eye charms, and carrying them tomorrow (I know about these things; I have a Turkish sister-in-law). It will ward off the evil Christians, check it here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Evil_eye
Not 'wrong', but the title mixes three languages.
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