Not us this week; on Wednesday night, we blew up BURST, 19-2.
It was one of those nights that the team played like a well-oiled machine. Everyone had a great game, even Patrick and Tom.
Last night’s MVP goes to the injured Chuck Gannon (more on that later). The game started with Chuck’s diving mid-air catch at shortstop, and that wasn’t even his MVP moment. Chuck’s big moment was a split he did to catch a line drive. It was one of those splits that men aren’t able to make unless you’re an insane softball player that does yoga (thanks, Jess!).
Other things I noticed from the bench:
Leading is an automatic out, ask Kris about that rule. Taking a walk in softball when you’re spanking the other team is bunk. Brooklyn Lager looks like diarrhea. Parking in the Fenway area when the Sox are away is still a bitch. We play better when we have music. The MPG/Mutt team likes their beer. According to Grindr, not a lot of the gays play in this league. It looks stupid when everyone on the same team has the same number on the backs of their shirts. The umpire is a fan of The Human Centipede, parts one and two.
Lastly, on Chuck’s bike ride home last night, he hit a pothole. Luckily Chuck was wearing his helmet, but still broke his collarbone. We lost a great asset to our team for the season, but we didn’t lose him for good. Chuck, enjoy the pain killers!