Thursday, July 28, 2005

Ain't karma a bitch?

Simply said.
The number two seed in our league tournament goes "two and bbq" as we say here. Translation: They lost their first two games of the tourney and are now finished. I loved it because the manager is this wishy-washy, sniveling, coniving, take-any-advantage-he-can-get...fuckbag.
I know I've said things about our divisions; A teams being able to hit six homeruns, B only hitting three and getting spotted six runs by A teams. I bet if you look back at the season, those guys were more consistent hitting the ball out of the park than even we were. Because Blake (their manager) is a chickenshit, he never went A so he could have the six-run spot. What really pissed us off (well pissed Cko off more than I) is the fact that they beat us because of the spot AND they hit more bombs than we did. The other thing about them is that Blake checks balls for the Utrip stamp and whines about other teams' balls not being proper or anything like that.
So they finished the season with a 12-4 record wrapping up the number two seed. Before their first game Blake told the ump, "After we beat the Possums, we're going to go A." The Possums after all had only won one game in their entire three-year exsistence. Final score Possums 13, Woodyz 12. We had played right after them and stood along the fence cheering for the Possums, yelling out advice, trying to position fielders to help them.
So Woodyz dropped to the loser's bracket to play the sixth seed, the Hesston Mennonite Brethren Church. What happened? Oh you guessed it, HMBC sends Woodyz packing 25-23. At one point, I thought the MB church was going to run rule Woodyz which would have been even sweeter.
I really don't harbor all that much ill will to most of Blake's team. However, I wouldn't be broken up if Dave tore up an ACL, if Blake took a liner off the skull or if this dumbass kid Josh had his chin split open by a horrible hop. Other than that, the rest of the guys are really okay. Oh I forgot Terry L. His whiny ass need to have a collision with me at home plate because I would stand over him as he picked his teeth out of the dirt and say "Yeah, now do you think that was a bad call? The bad call was you running home. Probably should have stayed on third."
Who cares though, we don't have to deal with them anymore.