There was a movie a few decades ago called Frankie and Johnnie, starring Al Pacino and Michelle Pfeiffer. I can't remember which was Frankie and which was Johnnie, but that is not the point. The point is that I had a total thing for Michelle Pfeiffer. Well, that's not the point either.
The point is that we now have our own little drama called Randy and Johnny, Spring and Fall Walnut Creek Coneheads but arch rival Scouts' teammates in the Orinda Summer league. The Scouts own us in the regular season, having now won five of the last six regular season meetings. But we have owned them in the playoffs of late (knock wood, cross your heart, say Hail Marys, etc.etc.); for the last four years in our championship run, we have gone 5-0, including two years ago when we beat them twice in the finals coming out of the losers' bracket. And that's a good thing!
The thing about Randy and Johnny is that neither is as good looking as Michelle Pfeiffer, and neither is as cool as Al Pacino. And this may sound like sour grapes, but here is my take on them:
See, I finally figured out Randy. He leads off and plays SS for the Scouts (who, by the way, losing the OLD from your name does not make you younger, last night's result notwithstanding). I get it now - he wants to be Chuck! He's been shadowing him for years, and it worked! He's stroking line drives and making all the plays at SS just like our Chuck! Last night, we thought we had ownage on him and his merry band of Not Old Scouts when he led off the game with a towering fly ball out to Gene in left center. But then he went off, firing bullets over the head of D at third base the rest of the game, and wreaking general mayhem on the base paths from there. Ownage!
And Johnny - now there's a slightly different case. Old mild mannered Johnny Steele, who got in a todo with his own teammate a couple of years ago for 'fraternizing' with the Coneheads during the playoffs. We thought he liked us. Then after the game last night, over a beer we gave him, we find out it was he who a few years ago got into a brouhaha with our sadly missed teammate and forever Conehead Mugsy. He's a hothead! Who knew! I bet every move he has made since is a calculated ploy to spy on us so the Scouts can get over the hump and beat us in the playoffs. Seemed like every ball we hit last night made a beeline to Johnny's glove for an out. Ownage! I'm going to be eying you buddy, you best be careful and watch your back.
You might have noticed at this point that I haven't said much about the Coneheads in last night's game. There is a very good reason for this. Led by my ofer (O for Ownage!), with a couple of exceptions, no one hit much, and when we did, we never could string them together for a patented Conehead inning to take control of the game. It was there for us to take too - we were up 4-3 after three and only down 8-5 after five. But we couldn't get past ourselves to get that inning we are known for (even with Sting in the house to cheer us on), and we lost 15-6.
No matter - we will probably see each other in the playoffs yet again, and besides with MTC55 joining the league, we will have a common enemy. I forgive you Frank...er Randy and Johnny. But you still don't look like Michelle Pfeiffer. And that's a good thing.
Milestones:
Chopper 400 ab (#18)
The point is that we now have our own little drama called Randy and Johnny, Spring and Fall Walnut Creek Coneheads but arch rival Scouts' teammates in the Orinda Summer league. The Scouts own us in the regular season, having now won five of the last six regular season meetings. But we have owned them in the playoffs of late (knock wood, cross your heart, say Hail Marys, etc.etc.); for the last four years in our championship run, we have gone 5-0, including two years ago when we beat them twice in the finals coming out of the losers' bracket. And that's a good thing!
The thing about Randy and Johnny is that neither is as good looking as Michelle Pfeiffer, and neither is as cool as Al Pacino. And this may sound like sour grapes, but here is my take on them:
See, I finally figured out Randy. He leads off and plays SS for the Scouts (who, by the way, losing the OLD from your name does not make you younger, last night's result notwithstanding). I get it now - he wants to be Chuck! He's been shadowing him for years, and it worked! He's stroking line drives and making all the plays at SS just like our Chuck! Last night, we thought we had ownage on him and his merry band of Not Old Scouts when he led off the game with a towering fly ball out to Gene in left center. But then he went off, firing bullets over the head of D at third base the rest of the game, and wreaking general mayhem on the base paths from there. Ownage!
And Johnny - now there's a slightly different case. Old mild mannered Johnny Steele, who got in a todo with his own teammate a couple of years ago for 'fraternizing' with the Coneheads during the playoffs. We thought he liked us. Then after the game last night, over a beer we gave him, we find out it was he who a few years ago got into a brouhaha with our sadly missed teammate and forever Conehead Mugsy. He's a hothead! Who knew! I bet every move he has made since is a calculated ploy to spy on us so the Scouts can get over the hump and beat us in the playoffs. Seemed like every ball we hit last night made a beeline to Johnny's glove for an out. Ownage! I'm going to be eying you buddy, you best be careful and watch your back.
You might have noticed at this point that I haven't said much about the Coneheads in last night's game. There is a very good reason for this. Led by my ofer (O for Ownage!), with a couple of exceptions, no one hit much, and when we did, we never could string them together for a patented Conehead inning to take control of the game. It was there for us to take too - we were up 4-3 after three and only down 8-5 after five. But we couldn't get past ourselves to get that inning we are known for (even with Sting in the house to cheer us on), and we lost 15-6.
No matter - we will probably see each other in the playoffs yet again, and besides with MTC55 joining the league, we will have a common enemy. I forgive you Frank...er Randy and Johnny. But you still don't look like Michelle Pfeiffer. And that's a good thing.
Milestones:
Chopper 400 ab (#18)
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