Another Night In The Ghetto
This post is dedicated to the resident "Hollywood" guy who couldn't be there since he had a script meeting. He did send me a email asking me the outcome that I didn't read til late last night.
Lately I've been in the bad habit of staying out til the post dawn hours of the morning then coming home and collapsing until early evening. I really shouldn't bitch about it cuz yes it's worth it.
This past Thursday marked the first time in my 3 seasons playing for Giant Robot that I missed a game. That leaves Martin as the lone Iron Man, playing in every game since the team's inception. Everyone else has missed at least a game. Props to Martin. Sucks that I'm gonna be missing the next game too due to another 7:30 pm start and my lack of proximity to the ghetto and that lil detail known as work.
This last game was a heartbreaker. Arriving in the middle of the 2nd inning I joined the wife and girlfriend contingent in the bleachers just in time to witness a 5 run outburst by the homeboys. Joy Joy Joy. I was immediately handed the scorebook. I think they felt sorry for me and wanted me to feel involved.
"It's a lot easier to watch from up here", I remarked to Hap's number one fan, Susan, who was my spotter throughout the night. "It's exciting when they're scoring like this" was her reply. Which made me wonder in the back of my mind how bad it was watching from afar when we suck. I didn't have to wonder long.
Taking an 8-5 lead over the league leading fag accountants from BDO into the 6th inning the gay bean counters came back with 3 runs in the top of the 6th to tie the game which GR was unable to answer.
Top of the 7th. Last inning. The bottom falls out. Martin looks tired and starts walking people. Then their big, balding, power hitter smacked one over the fence with the bases loaded. Shit. The view from the bleachers does suck. Game over.
Note to self. The BDO pitcher is prolly the player I hate the most in our league. If I was properly armed there would have been bodies all over as a result of my going Anakin watching the BDO celebration. Don't show up my fucking team. I'm gonna remember this next season.
Lately I've been in the bad habit of staying out til the post dawn hours of the morning then coming home and collapsing until early evening. I really shouldn't bitch about it cuz yes it's worth it.
This past Thursday marked the first time in my 3 seasons playing for Giant Robot that I missed a game. That leaves Martin as the lone Iron Man, playing in every game since the team's inception. Everyone else has missed at least a game. Props to Martin. Sucks that I'm gonna be missing the next game too due to another 7:30 pm start and my lack of proximity to the ghetto and that lil detail known as work.
This last game was a heartbreaker. Arriving in the middle of the 2nd inning I joined the wife and girlfriend contingent in the bleachers just in time to witness a 5 run outburst by the homeboys. Joy Joy Joy. I was immediately handed the scorebook. I think they felt sorry for me and wanted me to feel involved.
"It's a lot easier to watch from up here", I remarked to Hap's number one fan, Susan, who was my spotter throughout the night. "It's exciting when they're scoring like this" was her reply. Which made me wonder in the back of my mind how bad it was watching from afar when we suck. I didn't have to wonder long.
Taking an 8-5 lead over the league leading fag accountants from BDO into the 6th inning the gay bean counters came back with 3 runs in the top of the 6th to tie the game which GR was unable to answer.
Top of the 7th. Last inning. The bottom falls out. Martin looks tired and starts walking people. Then their big, balding, power hitter smacked one over the fence with the bases loaded. Shit. The view from the bleachers does suck. Game over.
Note to self. The BDO pitcher is prolly the player I hate the most in our league. If I was properly armed there would have been bodies all over as a result of my going Anakin watching the BDO celebration. Don't show up my fucking team. I'm gonna remember this next season.
posted by G Money at
11:28 PM
3 Comments:
woah, now thats dramatic.....
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Anonymous, at 8:14 PM
Greg = enveloped by the darkside.
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Anonymous, at 7:48 AM
We did get slaughtered out there didn't we.
Youngling #9
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Anonymous, at 5:00 AM
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