Down 10-18 to the Guerrero Drywalls, yours truly stepped up with one out and two men on and cranked a line drive homerun (in softball, they call 'em "ropes," Suzie Creamcheese). It sliced its way into the Earth and eventually disappeared some 700 feet from the plate. They'll be looking for well into the next century. They'll recognize it by the tattoo I left on it that reads, "Hit by a total badass."
Okay, enough of that. Hey, I hit a longball once every 57 games. I gotta speak my clout, nah mean? Then, still down 13-18, we pieced together another five runs and went into the top of an extra inning tied at 18. We ended up winning easily the next inning, but again, only by one run. For those counting at home, four of our five wins to this point were by one run. The other game was a forfeit. Roundhouse now 5-0.
Second game, after a chugged beer and a handful of seeds, we went up against the SlowRollers. We went down early, but still managed to come from down 3-9 to win 14-10--our first win of the season that didn't manage some sort of heroics. Mayhem went deep in the second game and met a dude running the scoring tabled, no kidding, Jeff Mahan. I think the dude thought it was something more than it was because he just kinda stood there and looked at Mayhem like he couldn't believe it. It was kinda creepy for a few minutes because he wanted to go on about his family even though, we're all well confident that they're not related and our boy Mayhem doesn't really care about his family because just 'cause the last names are the same doesn't mean they both like cabbage and named their dogs "Steve" and "Kevin." Look, it's just a name and as freaky as it is, it doesn't entitle someone to asking a barrage of questions. I'll hang out with a Wyrick anyday because, there's a really good chance we're related.
Anyway, so ends another victorious night of badassness. It's hurts being this awesome. I mean, I'm really sore.
During the game, though, there were murmurs of replacing Chuck once and for all. He was there in the early manifestations of this squad we now have. He gave us guidance, taught us to pee standing up. But now, I think it's time we move past Chuck into a more menacing, more daunting logo. We need a logo that makes grown men whimper and rattles the psyche of their next twenty generations. And now, without further delay, I present to you, my proposed new logo for the second season Roundhouse.
Alright, let me know what you think. I'll even make versions available on my merch site for those wanting to have your own piece of awesome. Holla atcha boy, it's Friday.
Spanks and Sox...let's do it.