I've got to hand it to you, Ramrod. You really pulled it out when the chips were down. You really brought it when it needed to be brought. You really, um, kicked some kickball balls.
I'm talking about that stellar 22-4 shellacking of I Like Beer last night, the last game of the summer season.
Here's what you did:
- Kicked homeruns (a three-run shot AND a two-run shot from Cory; a grand salami from Jim K.)
- Kicked around (at least three innings, and perhaps all four; have to check the scorebook)
- Kicked for the cycle (Jim K. did, anyway)
- Argued a call FOR the opponent
- Rallied despite being down a girl and two guys
- Invoked the 8-run-per-ups limit
- And did it all in four and a half innings (see, the umps may have claimed we played a full game of five innings, my scorebook says different -- and I don't remember falling asleep)
You did all this, even though we all wanted to get home to watch Nastia Liukin and the other gymnasty clones.
Bravo, Ramrod. Bravo.
No comments:
Post a Comment