Hitmen Manage Stalemate with NPS

by Ice, July 9, 2010, 12:04 am

Tonight’s contest against the Dinh and Tonics proved far more eventful than anyone imagined for a lazy day in July. First there was the difficulty of getting the field. Per standard procedure, Ice attempted to pass the buck to the opponent over email. However, the experienced D&T captain would have none of it. This wasn’t her first rodeo. And so, the game seemed destined to be canceled… until Knitts stepped to the forefront.

Announcing to co-workers that he had “scheduled a site visit,” he took off in search of an spot in the mid afternoon. After searching long and hard (that’s what she said) he found an open plot near 21st and Constitution — a spot which was familiar to the Hitmen since it had been the site of the USPP’s Prohibition style raid on our Miller Light a few weeks earlier. All seemed well. And it was… for awhile.

Per usual, the game started late. This was because the other team (for once) was slow to arrive and because pur starting First Basemen, Kolly, felt the need to conduct a lengthy conference call while standing under a distant tree with his beer and cigarette. Some nerve for a guy who has only shown up twice all season.

This delay meant that when Harry the Park Ranger came by and interrupted our game, we had only played three innings. Harry’s news was that the field we had selected was not approved for softball by the NPS, and that we had to move. There was some mention of the need to keep the space where we were playing clear in order to preserve the vista to and from the surrounding memorials. This argument might have been more convincing had the Park Service not erected a six foot high chained link fence between us and the memorials to which Harry was referring. Unswayed by logic and unimpressed with Ice’s mention that he had once worn the green and gray himself, Harry reiterated several times that the game must be moved.

As the situation spiraled toward an impasse, Lil Bow Wow and Murry stepped in and negotiated a stay of execution. Harry agreed to allow us to play for 30 more minutes if we said, “Please,” and “Thank you,” and promised to put our toys away afterward. It proved to be a decent arrangement for all. Harry left with the pride of a job well done and we got to play a few more innings AND get to the bar earlier. Thanks, Harry!

Hitmen Highlights

by Ice, March 1, 2010, 1:34 am

Spring is in the air… Well, not really, but at least the snow is melting. Time to get fired up, Hitmen. Need some inspiration? It’s all right here.

Hitmen Soil New Jerseys with Loss

by Ice, July 21, 2009, 10:31 pm

Remember last week? The thrilling last inning comeback? The celebration after a clutch hit brought home the winning run? Well, the National Mall was again the scene of such a CSL contest on Thursday… Unfortunately for the Hitmen, however, we were on the other end of the score this week in our game against the Naughty Fingers. Call it bad luck, call it payback, call it a choke job. Whatever you call it, it was disappointing.

But, I’ll try to focus on the positive…

The game marked the debut of our 2009 Hitmen jerseys (thanks, Evil Twin!) so, for once, we actually looked like a team instead of a rag tag band of randos. The game also marked the season debut of veteran Hitwoman Deke, who was back from New York City to hold down the catcher position.

Spurred by these developments, we played pretty solid ball for six and a half innings. Timely — if unspectacular — hitting and relatively solid defense (especially by Hitmen standards) gave us a 12-7 lead going into the bottom of the seventh — a minor miracle considering that we had started the game shorthanded when offensive stalwarts Bow Wow and Kinger went MIA after going in search of beer… er, I mean, Gatorade. (Fortunately they returned by the third inning with thirst-quenching beverages in tow.) Indeed, things were looking positive for quite awhile.

Sadly, however, it just wasn’t meant to be. In the bottom of the seventh, the ‘Fingers rallied. A string of base hits followed by a homer spelled the Hitmen’s demise. While we wished it wasn’t so, the scorecard (a.k.a. the chicken scratch in the back of Knitts’s LSAT review book) didn’t lie. We had been bested.

Fortunately, however, we’re not a crew who worries too much about such things. Rather than dwell on the defeat, most of the traditional post-game meal at MBP was spent heckling Gabs about her new favorite nickname. “Punky Brewster” no more!

The Hitmen celebrate after their late inning rally secured a win over We Got The Runs.
The Hitmen celebrate after their late inning rally secured a win over We Got The Runs

Last inning rally lifts Hitmen

by Ice, July 10, 2009, 12:05 am

The weather was beautiful and the beverages were cold (thanks, Murry). It was a picture perfect CSL evening on the Mall. But, for six and a half innings the Hitmen threatened to ruin it… by sucking… out loud. Indeed, for the most of the game, we couldn’t do much of anything right. Whether it was overthrows and miscues in the field, or popups at the plate, or even locating the Washington Monument (sorry Gabby) we were pretty hopeless. Tonight’s opponent, We Got the Runs, took advantage, and carried a 10-6 lead into the final inning.

However, these aren’t your grandmother’s Hitmen. In a startling display of mettle and guts, the hometown NINE (not ten because some usually reliable “teammates” decided to go to the beach with their kickball buddies instead of supporting the cause — I’m looking at you, KB) rose to the occasion. It was a sight to behold.

Leading off the bottom of the seventh, Lil Bow smacked a hit off of the pitcher’s shin and Knitts drove him in with a solid knock to left. Two more hits by BigStick and Insurance Claim closed the deficit to one. And then, up stepped Kolly with a runner on third… As the band cued up the dramatic music (no really, there was a band on the stage out behind left field) our weary third basemen dug into the box (40 hour work weeks are a bitch, eh, big fella?). After taking a few pitches and fouling off another, he launched a drive to left, over the outstretched arms of the Runs’ left fielder.

Game over, suckers. Hitmen win.

Funeral for a Friend

by Destro, July 26, 2007, 5:17 pm

Today is indeed a sad day in the life of Destro. My beloved white 1994 Chevrolet Corsica, or H.I.S.S. tank as I called it, was purchased today. Knowing that Pete has already done away with his own model, it disturbs me to know that no one I know will be riding around in the ultimate battle vehicle. It was an indestructible ride owing to is heavy layers of armor. When I ran it into a tree, the car just scoffed and displayed the small scratch it obtained like a notch in its belt. The tree, however, was much worse off. Even when a carefully placed highway mine blew up the oil pan and gas tank threatening to engulf me in flames, the car refused to give in. After repairs, it ran just as good as new. The only solace I can find is the knowledge that it has been sent to a good home. Early this morning, Edmundo Santarana immediately fell in love with the car. He offered me $600 for the car, and I accepted knowing that he would take care of it. I told him that he could have the car as soon as his check cleared. Edmundo wanted the car immediately though and pulled a wad of hundreds out of his pocket. I could see that he was serious, so I brought the title out to sign it over to him. I wanted to go to the bank so it could be notarized, however he said that was not necessary. He informed me that his car insurance had been cancelled, so he did not want his name on the lease. I said, “Fine, then I can put of wife’s name instead.” Edmundo insisted that I leave it blank though. Needing to get on with my busy day of planning world domination, I agreed. Sandra, always thinking, brought up the point that the notary actually needed to see the signature. Edmundo countered with the fact that wife of his boss was a notary and she would take care of it. AVEC VERVE! “Wait,” I thought. Edmundo could use me as a decoy while he was compiling tickets all around town. I knew that turning in the license plate would absolve me of any blame and get the DMV off my back. “Sorry, you will have to drive back home without a license plate.” Edmundo came out on top again by producing his own plate from his wife’s car. Check and Mate. “Well played Edmundo,” I thought as he drove off into the distance. I will miss my beautiful car, but I know that Edmundo will be enjoying as he cavorts around the town.

I was so wrong, JohnStamos owns me… hard

by Destro, June 7, 2007, 10:45 pm

I was thinking about it the other day… I’ve been completely wrong about JohnStamos… I probably love that man more than one human should ever love another. And I do mean it “in that way” LOL! Yes, I was lonely out on the Caribbean looking for botty to plunder when I thought this… but that doesn’t change this epiphany any. I know it… just as much as I know the sun will rise over the water, looking like a glowing, shaved right testicle… I know I love him like I know I’ll never not look like I’m homeless or like my name is Mohammed Attahallahbamma.

And now I’ve said things that might have pushed him away forever. I miss him SO much. I miss his laugh, the way he looks in those softball shorts (especially when he forgets his usual pair and has to play in swim trunks that are way too small and tight, tee-hee) … I miss his man musk.

I wish he would move down to
North Carolina so we could be together again. I’d swab his deck so long and good he’d yell “Arrrrgghhhhh” for me over and over. Sniffle, sniffle… I fear that may never happen now. Shiver me timbers, argh, sniffle sniffle… argh.

Good job Hitmen

by Destro, May 31, 2007, 10:07 pm

Don’t recognize too many of the teammates anymore, but that’s how it goes. Excellent victory. Watch out for Mark though. He refuses to call fly balls often to his team’s detriment.

The skipper’s first rant of the year

by Ice, May 24, 2007, 12:26 am

Couldn’t resist reprinting my rant about field reservation on the site. So here it is…

Each week I send out a note about reserving a field. The times when I get a response are few and far between. Believe me, I understand. When BT was the manager I used to summarily delete any email with a subject line suggesting field reserving responsibilities, because reserving a field is a bitch–especially on Thursdays since that is the most popular night for softball and that other sport, which we won’t mention but that Kyle plays regularly.

In recent weeks, however, a number of you have indicated a strong desire to play all of our games on the Mall. I share this desire but, in fact, have no control over whether this happens or not. In order for us to play games on the Mall, either us or the other team has to send someone out there early and reserve a field. If we don’t get out there, then we’re forced to play wherever there is space, which generally means Anacostia.

The ball falls in our court this week as the other team doesn’t have any interns. So, is anyone available to head down to the Mall around 3:30 tomorrow and reserve a field? If not, gas up your cars and come to peace with the fact that we’re going across the river. Go Hitmen.