We opened the season against Area 51 the other night. Let me start of by saying, "What a fucking joke." Your team is named the Extraterestrials. I get the connection, but seiriously? How much would it suck to have to play for that team? What do those guys do in their down time? Retarded. You could tell those bastards were destracted being off the base and all. They didn't stand a chance in hell as we swept them. And don't get me started about their green jerseys that they wore for the third game. They looked like a bunch of boogers.
The game I want to talk about in this series though is the third one. We had already won the first of the two games and now we had upstart Landen Dailey on the mound against us. Supposedly this kid is supposed to be one of the future stars of the league. I didn't see it one bit. At this point he doesn't really have an out pitch. He stays down in the zone so it's hard to get a ball in the air on him, but he does throw some meat that you can drive down the lines. That's how I got my double off of him.
Here's the biggest thing with Landon though. I led of the game with a single. No big deal there. I take my lead on the first pitch and just kind of observe his delivery. First pitch ball off the plate. I step back to the base and guarantee my coach I'm going to have multiple stolen bases. His delivery is soooo slow when he has runners aboard. He tried a pickoff before the next pitch. I actually had to slide back in, but when I got up I forced a loogie and spit it in front of the base. I nudged Thielle (Area 51s 1B) and told him that I just created a new pitcher for them. Then I told him they'd need him because I'm going to be running all over Dailey. Next pitch, I'm safely sliding into second. By the end of the night I'd have three of those babies. Final line, 3-5, 2 runs scored, and 3 SB. Oh, and a completed sweep after a 5-1 win.
The next night we were in Austin and I led off the game with a home run. First pitch too. Call me a bad leadoff hitter for swinging at the first pitch, but David Davidson (future stud SP) had only thrown one pitch in his carreer and already he had given up a home run. That's what you call shaking someone up for the long haul. Oh, and I stole a base that night too.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Welcome to the OC
Welcome to the OC!! Where everyone is rich and white, just like God intended. I'm only kidding. I have started to learn quickly that a lot of what is said about the OC is actually true. You see the shows on TV and say, "It really can't be like that. That's an exaggeration." Only, it is actually like that. Oh, the drama isn't as constant as MTV makes it seem, but shallow rich white girls? Oh yeah. Ready to drop their pants if you have money? Not always, but it definately does happen. Very blonde? Yes, even the ones that aren't blonde, are in some way blonde.
I love it though. When I got the call that I had been drafted to the Crush, I was actually at the mall with my buddy Chase. I kind of made a scene about it. I jumped up on the counter of one of the kiosks and shouted at the top of my lungs, "I'M GOING TO THE OC!!" Some people looked at me like I was crazy, some girls that knew me just shook their heads because they've seen me do stuff like that before, and some people just started cheering because they knew me from seeing me play. I'd have to say a couple of them were probably cheering because they knew that I was leaving town. Anyway, my buddy Chase ran off to get me a "congratulations for getting drafted to the sluttiest area of the world" gift. It was a family pack of condoms.
Since getting to town it's been crazy with all the practices and such. Most days I get to the clubhouse around 11 AM. I'm usually there till around 6 or so. I've become the story teller on the team. I'm sure there are a bunch of players in the clubhouse that don't believe half of what I say, but whatever. We have fun.
I usually head down by the ocean and hit up a juice bar for an early morning treat. This is also a prime spot to meet girls when your new to town. I met a girl the other day and we went out after I was done with practice for the day. This wasn't one of those typical drop your pants girls. She doesn't do stuff like that on the first date. Respectable. In fact, we didn't really get too close at all. I'm not a complete dog so no big deal. Well, a couple hours later I get a message on my Blackberry (yes, everyone in the OC has one) with an appology for her prudence. In the message she included a link which led me to a site where she had a picture of her and three of her girlfriends in tiny bikinis. I guess she was trying to lure me in. The funny part about it was that I recognized her friend as a girl that I had hooked up with the first week I was here. That reminded me to give her a call, which led to us "having coffee". Yes I love the OC.
One last thing. That site she linked me to was www.ocgirls.org. It's relatively tame site about that has pictures of girls in their bikinis and says how wonderful it is to date OC girls. Whatever. Just don't get it confused with www.ocgirls.com, which is a site that I am still to young to check out without getting in trouble. I don't suggest clicking on the link to the latter, but if you happen to take a peek, I have met the girl named Jeska. We had coffee. I love the OC.
By the way mom, stop worrying. I'm taking care of myself and staying out of trouble.
I love it though. When I got the call that I had been drafted to the Crush, I was actually at the mall with my buddy Chase. I kind of made a scene about it. I jumped up on the counter of one of the kiosks and shouted at the top of my lungs, "I'M GOING TO THE OC!!" Some people looked at me like I was crazy, some girls that knew me just shook their heads because they've seen me do stuff like that before, and some people just started cheering because they knew me from seeing me play. I'd have to say a couple of them were probably cheering because they knew that I was leaving town. Anyway, my buddy Chase ran off to get me a "congratulations for getting drafted to the sluttiest area of the world" gift. It was a family pack of condoms.
Since getting to town it's been crazy with all the practices and such. Most days I get to the clubhouse around 11 AM. I'm usually there till around 6 or so. I've become the story teller on the team. I'm sure there are a bunch of players in the clubhouse that don't believe half of what I say, but whatever. We have fun.
I usually head down by the ocean and hit up a juice bar for an early morning treat. This is also a prime spot to meet girls when your new to town. I met a girl the other day and we went out after I was done with practice for the day. This wasn't one of those typical drop your pants girls. She doesn't do stuff like that on the first date. Respectable. In fact, we didn't really get too close at all. I'm not a complete dog so no big deal. Well, a couple hours later I get a message on my Blackberry (yes, everyone in the OC has one) with an appology for her prudence. In the message she included a link which led me to a site where she had a picture of her and three of her girlfriends in tiny bikinis. I guess she was trying to lure me in. The funny part about it was that I recognized her friend as a girl that I had hooked up with the first week I was here. That reminded me to give her a call, which led to us "having coffee". Yes I love the OC.
One last thing. That site she linked me to was www.ocgirls.org. It's relatively tame site about that has pictures of girls in their bikinis and says how wonderful it is to date OC girls. Whatever. Just don't get it confused with www.ocgirls.com, which is a site that I am still to young to check out without getting in trouble. I don't suggest clicking on the link to the latter, but if you happen to take a peek, I have met the girl named Jeska. We had coffee. I love the OC.
By the way mom, stop worrying. I'm taking care of myself and staying out of trouble.
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