Thursday, October 20, 2011

We Are the Champions!

Or rather, Dave and his teammates are the champions, but they do have such a devoted following, and I think we fans deserve some of credit too. We all have such a good time and I am sad to see the season end. But what an end! Dave and the rest of the Cruddlers (or Sons of Pitches? I was never quite sure which one they settled on) beat out every other team in the league and tonight, the final game, the grand finale, they pretty much spanked the other team, Doug's Auto, winning by a mere twelve points. I was so impressed. Especially since our boys are the "nice" guys. The guys who aren't overly competitive, to say the least - they often are too relaxed and goofy to focus on something so trivial as winning, at least not for the entire game. In fact, I think they only won about half the time during the regular season. But they had fun 100% of the time, so they were winners before the tournament even started, in my opinion. But its always nice to get a big, shiny trophy along with the fun. It says, "we know how to have a good time AND get results."
Here is to a season of fun and friendship! A few baseball hi-lights:
  • When our 60 year old pitcher caught a fast ball right off the bat and fell over backwards, but did not drop it!
  • When Dave hit two home-runs the night before our wedding, duly impressing the future in-laws in town
  • When we lost the game because our guy running to third badly miscalculated and started sliding into third...half way between second and third. We laughed all the way home.
  • Dave's nicknames: Legs, Dave the wave, Superman
  • Other guys' nicknames: Toddy Potty, Cackler
  • Riley sitting bolt up-right and "ooo'ing" when her daddy walked up to bat
  • Riley laughing at us when we cheered
  • Riley zipped up in Grandpa's jacket on a cold night
  • Crazy player from other team challenging one of our louder fans, "let's go!" before realizing she was a woman...awkward...
  • Jerry telling the umpire he was grounded multiple times
And to think I used to hate baseball. Now there is nowhere else I'd rather be on a Wed. night than out at that windy field, with our baseball buddies, cheering on my MVP and and the rest of our lovable crew.

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