13-12

13 to 12. A single run seperated us from our competition. It's not like anyone was keeping score after awhile. But Carlos knew and so did I. We won.

Tonight's open scrimmage was a chance to have fun and blow off steam. Hit the ball, run around, and get a lil dirty in the process. Mission accomplished. In spades. Y'know it's a special night when Martin and Ant both go yard. Something in the gene pool.

Martin and I spent most of the weekend and today scroungiing up players and somehow we managed to get it done.

Rich, Sean, Hap, Bret, Martin, Jason, Tony, Gavin, and Ben on one side,

Me, BK, Bill, George, Carlos, Ant, Jeannie, and Nate on the other.

In the stands cheering for everyone. Kaori.

After the game at Popeyes the braintrust got together to listen to the plans for next season. Nothings setlled. Fuck the politics bullshit. I just wanna play. It makes me laugh hearing about Jason trying to recruit Hap and Nate to go play for his team next season. He just needs people to talk about Hawaiian food and high school football with.

As it is our team is good as is. Team chemistry is high. Performance well.....did I mention team chemistry is high? If nothing else we like each other and that's always a great foundation. We do stuff like hang out, go to the cages, and plans are in works for a snowboarding trip and poker night. Plus we know each others names.

I got an early Xmas gift tonight. A book of coupons for our favorite batting cage. Bill's fucking cool.

Another beautiful night under the stars.