Nick Hensley Would Be Proud
Yesterday was an epic battle...an underdog, outmatched, outnumbered with small forces fought off an evil foe...it was much like the Alamo. Of course we lost. Just like the Alamo.
The wind nipped his ears as Simon Lindley stood in the parking lot of the baseball fields at University Park. He and his only love, Ashley were standing in anticipation of more players arriving. Little did they know only five others would show. Seven people was the minimum number of players a team is allowed....any less and there is an automatic forfeit. As I walked up, with five minutes till game time (the third person to arrive) outlook was pretty grim. But soon a studly beast named Ben Balser waltzed on to the pavement accompanied by a determined Christine "Fearless Leader" Sargent. Soon Danielle "Sweet Cheeks" Treadway and Lauren "Crazy Eyes" Miller joined the group. And thus the magnificent seven were formed. By our powers combined we proceeded in the 54 degree overcast weather...there were short bursts of wind, and many feared there would even be rain. Lindley, the ever-calm leader kept the men in line, and Balser kept the ladies two on each arm. We took to the field, fearing the worst and hoping for the best. The first hit was a fly ball to left field. I not having my bearings yet missed the catch barely, as I was not back far enough (I swear it tipped th top of my glove)...the other team flexed it's muscles in the first inning scoring 7 runs. Then it was our turn, three up, three down. We took to the field yet again and proceeded with the game...so on and so forth. Many a splendered catch was made in left field...I was jumping, diving, rolling, sliding, catching...keeping the ball from going past me. Lauren Miller stopped the ball and would throw it on the run. Simon was ever present...shorstopping it....Christine managing second base, with Balser on first, and Ashley on third. We were spread very thin. Inning after inning we held in there, making outs and scoring run after run after run...three in all. Ben Balser knocked one over the fence with his studly swing. "This is how you handle a club" he said as he walked up to the plate. He pointed to the right field fence and let rip his monstrous stroke...devastating the competition that someone so nerdy could also be so athletic and gutsy when it came down to it. Later on, out after out after out between Simon stopping the ball and throwing it to third. We were a cohesive unit. Nick Hensley would have been proud.
The final score was 18-3...oh yeah take that...we so scored on you guys.
Sidenotes:
1. Lauren, you can't run and throw at the same time, your body's kenetics just doesn't want to do it.
2. Danielle, stop worrying about your pants falling down and run to first. A little crack never hurt anyone...it's a lot of crack that will kill.
3. Balser...you are pimp.
4. Simon cold callous...indifferent to the other team's taunts "we want a pitcher not a belly itcher"
5. Chrisitine- keeping it real, never giving up, never giving an inch. It was perhaps the most glorious moment as she scored our first run. Proving we aren't worthless.
6. Ashley making play after play at third, she was spectacular.
7. Many condolences to the Bessima for her poor grandmother. I hope she gets better soon.
8. Nick Hensley would have been proud...Nick Hensley would have stomped his foot and sang a Queen song.
9. BOO TO ALL THE HATERS, BOO TO ALL THE DISBELIEVERS.
10. "Don't hit it to left field!"
11. Good game people.
The wind nipped his ears as Simon Lindley stood in the parking lot of the baseball fields at University Park. He and his only love, Ashley were standing in anticipation of more players arriving. Little did they know only five others would show. Seven people was the minimum number of players a team is allowed....any less and there is an automatic forfeit. As I walked up, with five minutes till game time (the third person to arrive) outlook was pretty grim. But soon a studly beast named Ben Balser waltzed on to the pavement accompanied by a determined Christine "Fearless Leader" Sargent. Soon Danielle "Sweet Cheeks" Treadway and Lauren "Crazy Eyes" Miller joined the group. And thus the magnificent seven were formed. By our powers combined we proceeded in the 54 degree overcast weather...there were short bursts of wind, and many feared there would even be rain. Lindley, the ever-calm leader kept the men in line, and Balser kept the ladies two on each arm. We took to the field, fearing the worst and hoping for the best. The first hit was a fly ball to left field. I not having my bearings yet missed the catch barely, as I was not back far enough (I swear it tipped th top of my glove)...the other team flexed it's muscles in the first inning scoring 7 runs. Then it was our turn, three up, three down. We took to the field yet again and proceeded with the game...so on and so forth. Many a splendered catch was made in left field...I was jumping, diving, rolling, sliding, catching...keeping the ball from going past me. Lauren Miller stopped the ball and would throw it on the run. Simon was ever present...shorstopping it....Christine managing second base, with Balser on first, and Ashley on third. We were spread very thin. Inning after inning we held in there, making outs and scoring run after run after run...three in all. Ben Balser knocked one over the fence with his studly swing. "This is how you handle a club" he said as he walked up to the plate. He pointed to the right field fence and let rip his monstrous stroke...devastating the competition that someone so nerdy could also be so athletic and gutsy when it came down to it. Later on, out after out after out between Simon stopping the ball and throwing it to third. We were a cohesive unit. Nick Hensley would have been proud.
The final score was 18-3...oh yeah take that...we so scored on you guys.
Sidenotes:
1. Lauren, you can't run and throw at the same time, your body's kenetics just doesn't want to do it.
2. Danielle, stop worrying about your pants falling down and run to first. A little crack never hurt anyone...it's a lot of crack that will kill.
3. Balser...you are pimp.
4. Simon cold callous...indifferent to the other team's taunts "we want a pitcher not a belly itcher"
5. Chrisitine- keeping it real, never giving up, never giving an inch. It was perhaps the most glorious moment as she scored our first run. Proving we aren't worthless.
6. Ashley making play after play at third, she was spectacular.
7. Many condolences to the Bessima for her poor grandmother. I hope she gets better soon.
8. Nick Hensley would have been proud...Nick Hensley would have stomped his foot and sang a Queen song.
9. BOO TO ALL THE HATERS, BOO TO ALL THE DISBELIEVERS.
10. "Don't hit it to left field!"
11. Good game people.
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