This Week in Softball - The Grillin' at Crowley Edition

Old fuckers that can't play ball, European jumbo jets, brown people that roll cigars, people with shorts that don't fit, tough guy softball guys with rolling bat bags, Schultz-like softball guys who dress all in red, and those named David, Matthew and Thomas...

Welcome to This Week in Softball - The Grillin' at Crowley Edition!

GRILLIN' WITH BUSH

Some of the Bush Pilots gettin' ready to grill and drink



Damn fine, looking men enjoing a 70-degree, cloudless night.


Well people. Were' back. Well, not really. We're not on the ball diamonds of Dearborn or Rotunda, but we did get our drink and eats on last night at Creepy Crowley Park.  Coach Proc was joined by Mitchy, Focker, David Lee, Dawg and "K"ramer.  Beer, burgers and dogs were consumed in accordance to Bush Pilot Law, meaning all were taken down in mass quanity.

We watched the games on the diamond from the parking lot  Much fun was made of a "softball guy" who had a perfect uniform and a bat bag with wheels.  We also made fun of a guy that did Schultz throws while wearing all red including, tall red socks.

IT WAS A SICK NIGHT BITCHES

It wasn't a party of biblical proportions or even as good as that from The Hangover 2, but it was a good time and you fuckers missed it.

And if you haven't seen The Hangover 2.  Do it.  Funny ass movie.  Not as good as the first one, but I think that is because you didn't know what to expect with the first one.  The second one is damn funny though.  Go see it.  Do it.  Now.

SOME KIND OF CRUSTATEAN

During our normal-type conversation last night, the topic of smegma we brought up.  Yes, that smegma.  You see, one of the fella's fantasy football teams carried that moniker for a season and it confused Mitchy, who at the time, had no idea what smegma was.

Some time down the road, Mitchy was informed that smegma was, well, dick cheese.

Mitchy hasn't been right since.

RAINMAN REMEMBERS EVERYTHING

We are firmly convinced that Mitchy is like actor, Dustin Hoffman's character, "Rainman" for the movie with the same name.  You might remember the flick.  The dude who remembered bizarre, odd facts. Well, our man Mitchy remembers, seemingly, every score of all 836 Bush Pilots/BBoomers/Sports Haven softball games played .

To prove his point, he pulled out a ball from what had to be 1990 (or earlier) where we beat a team called the "Strokers", 11-10.

Mitchy the Rainman and his game ball from back in the day.

Apparently, for making a tremendous catch for the final out of the game, we were compelled to give him the game ball.

We'd like to salute Rainman ("Five minutes to Wopner!"), er, Mitchy on this momentous achievement and for providing Bush Pilot historical relics for display purposes.

QUOTE OF THE NIGHT

"Fuck you lame, ass, mother fucking pussies!"  We here at TWIS believe this was directed at those Bush Pilots who did not attend last night's gathering.

NICE ASH

Proc's nice ash

Coach Proc would like to thank Focker for the outstanding, Arturo Fuente Don Carlos cigar.  It kicked azz and kept a long ash. 

To compliment that fine ash, Focker paid kudos to the cigar roller by saying, "The little brown man did a good job rolling that!"

GRILLIN' AND CHILLIN'

Focker brought some burgers and condiments.  Mitchy and Proc brought forth some dogs and buns and Dawg grilled 'em up.

Good eats.

Grillin' Focker burgers

OLD FRIENDS

Hangin' out since '75 or thereabouts...old bastages.

These two bastards have been friends now for 36+ years. Coach Proc remembers their teacher, Mrs. Borg tipping over David Lee's desk for being so messy back in the days of their 5th/6th grade split class. Good times.

Seriously, though.  How the hell can time go that fast???

FOCKER'S HEAD

This section needs no explanation....LOL

NEXT GRILL OUT

OK, ya bastages...check your mailbox in the next week or so for information on our next get-together/grill out and be there!  Y'all missed a good time last night.


-COACH PROC