Hitmen wait out rain, KW All Stars
Actually, the above headline is not at all accurate. To imply that all of the Hitmen team braved the elements is a gross misrepresentation of the facts. In reality, only EvilTwin, our esteemed right-fielder/left-fielder/second-base woman/field reservation queen can truly make such a claim. For it was she–not anyone else–who lugged her laptop, cooler and personal effects onto to Mall and spent the afternoon huddled under an umbrella in the name of Hitmen softball. Amidst a deluge which chased others to their cars, and drove the homeless into the museums, EvilTwin stood her ground. For her efforts, the rest of us had the pleasure of playing in the lush green grass in front of the Smithsonian–truly prime real estate for a CSL tilt, especially on a Thursday evening.
The Hitmen would not let the hard earned plot go to waste. Despite being a little shorthanded, the squad’s makeshift lineup proved worthy of the KW All Stars challenge. While the offense did not put on the spectacular display that Hitmen fans have come to expect, it was an all around solid performance. Behind some timely hitting and solid fielding, the home team wore down their opponents mentally and physically en route to a 12-6 win.
The mental grind of the contest became evident in the 6th inning when Ice and a tall New Yorker looking dude exchanged birds and four letter words while discussing a play at first base. In a strange revearsal of roles, WhoShotJR provided calming words to the Hitmen skipper after the incident (which , incidentally was decided–correctly, I might add–in the Hitmen’s favor). Sometimes a manager has to stick up for his squad, even if it is just slow pitch softball.
July 20, 2007, 1:56 pm
I think my interview reveals a lot about my softball skills, specifically the part where I say “Heads up!” about 12 seconds after the ball has landed.
July 20, 2007, 4:40 pm
Yesterday was like the twilight zone. I’d have a shitty at bat and not curse loudly (or at least too loudly); I remained (somewhat) calm on the mound; and Ice showed us (to steal the title of a shitty Stephen Segal movie) his Fire Down Below. For statrters let me say it was impressive to see Ice get mad. What was most surprising was while he was yelling “fuck you,” to the douche bag opponent, he never took his eyes off the playbook. What can I say, the man is focused.