Thursday, July 21, 2022

The Captain and Mr. Magoo

Good day sports fans Scoops Jockovitch here, intrepid sports reporter once again having to take things into my own hands, just like my 3rd honeymoon. Chip remains an AHole, er sorry AWOL supposedly his absence has something to do with an illegitimate child named Pépé.

It was a muggy manic Monday... side note: did you know Prince wrote that song? Freaking musical genius! yet I digress. 

On a day like today many people would say it’s not the heat it's the Hanet that gets to you. And indeed  our faithful Stormies faced off against the recently attendancely challenged squad.

Granted the Orange bench was like my dock, short and challenged in strong winds…yes I said dock.

The first inning saw the teams face of 8 v 8 as some team members haven’t quite learned how to read yet,  moron that later.

The Polymerics scored 3, whilst the Occluded Fronts tallied a Geese a laying ( too soon for Christmas puns?)   the foreshadowed highlight here being that The Cereal Man-General Mills cashed in his Lucky Charms by hitting both a triple and a double in the inning- Score 6-3 Storm

Just in time for the top of the second, a stray player wondered in blindly off the street, he gathered a glove and some poorly chosen coloured shoes and took the field for the Stormies. This slightly more hairy Mr. Magoo would help round out the 9 the Storm needed.

Those Malleable Men of Hanet scored a single run while the Storm plated a deuce with absolutely no help from Mr Magoo who through squinted eyes popped up to the Hanet catcher, who ( suspicious in orange) seemed a little too pleased with himself.  - Storm 8 Hanet 4

In the 3rd  the Thermosetting Polymers were kick saved and beauty shut out ,while the Storm removed their mittens to count a  fin,  with The General adding a HR to his bowl of Trix. The lowlight once again centered on Mr Magoo, now adorned in actual athletic wear hit a ball 8 ft farther than his previous, only to be foiled by the fishnet hands of one Joseph J Pilkey. 13-4 for the Storm

The 4th Saw ( not a great movie by the way, the first Saw was much better) those lads of high molecular weight plate my social status ( no matter how much I swipe) with the Pylons ‘d’orange adding on the allowed 6. However a rarely seen phenomenon was starting to take shape. The Usually dependable Captain Underpants, Master of the Mound, Usurper of the underhand was starting to miss the plate, (and by plate I mean large 2x4 plywood plank) and giving up walks! Was he trying to gauge the winds? Was the barometric pressure too much for him? Stay tuned! Meanwhile, the Storm said Cheerio to the Cereal Man as he finished his pursuit of the cycle with a Kelly Gruber like double that he turned into the single he needed.

Top of the 5th and the deluge to our oceans once again scored a cardinal number indicating the absence of any or all units under consideration ( Never say Uncles Scoops doesn’t teach you nothing kids!)

The Home team had a menage a trois at the plate with Big Daddy D giving a spank to the fence top for a ricochet  HR -Whilst the Beam continues to pound the ball at inappropriate times ( like a 14yr old me at my cousins wedding) Storm leading 22-5

One would think after reading all of the aforementioned that his game was home and cooled out for our Tangerine Dreamers but no. The top of the 6th saw those Moldable Ones step to the plate multiple times and extrude a multitude of runs. Bingo, the dancing monkey who arrives whenever the Storms defence gets bananas started to show up and crank his little accordion and dance a happy chaotic monkey dance all over the field. The Storms left fielder seemed to have brought his work to the game as there seemed to be a paint shaker in his hands whenever he had to handle the ball, while ( as many of our senior players can relate to) balls were dropping everywhere. The Plastics scored an impressive Stranger Things main character, to make the game a closer one.

The Citrus led off their half of the inning with a seeing eyed solo HR by Mr. Magoo who was probably actually swatting at a mosquito. Storm up 26-16

With 2 minutes left the Synthetic Boys ABSOLUTELY had to hit…and just like when I went missing for 3 days on the Appalachian trail…Nobody cared.

Make the final 26-16

Check out the Podcast of the game as reported by;

Scoops Jockovitch

Boxscore

 

1

2

3

4

5

6

7

Total

Hanet

3

1

0

1

0

11

0

16

Storm

6

2

5

6

3

4

x

26


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