Well…we played with heart if not wisdom! We had one more of their players in our jail and could’ve waited it out but like true competitors decided to not rest on our laurels and grab the straight up KO. Unfortunately for us, Team L’Oreal are some pretty fierce defenders (and no streaks or runs in the makeup!) and a whole bunch of us ended up in jail! Oh well, you can’t win them all!

The amazing performances of Adam “The Liberator” Bohl, and Miwa “The Fence” Okumura have to be mentioned. Adam’s tremendous run to free our jail through the seemingly impenetrable defense of L’Oreal blew everyone away. Miwa refused to give up our team’s flag and kept defending it until the bitter end, forcing a technical victory for L’oreal but denying them the moral/celestial one (or something….)

Our game earned us all some rough knees, a sprained ankle for Miwa, and of course a couple of rounds of delicious beer compliments of Saucony!

We had a game scheduled with FADER this week but they had to go take Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson Jones McArthy to the DMV or something so they canceled. So I guess you’ll have to wait until next week to read about our brutal domination of their team on the Kubb field.

It has to be said: Indies vs. Majors- settled on the whiffleball field. Anyone who didn’t notice the tension either wasn’t paying attention or maybe got too down with Team FADER’s secret weapon

Our team was hellbent on securing another win, and smashed out of the gates in a way that none of us could have ever predicted. There was nothing borderline about Dave Martin’s performance and leadership, Helen kept on smashing one armed homers, Kimberly started knocking them out, and our newest member Jeremy broke sound barriers running around the bases.

The invisible ninjas put up a hell of a fight, almost coming from a significant deficit to take the lead in the last inning with a MAJESTIC hit that could’ve been a 3-run homer. Sadly for them…..

Good game dudes.

The ninjas may have fallen to the Matador team but our vengeance will be swift, our vengeance will be painful, and our vengeance will come when you least expect it (or during the next game). But one thing is certain, that is the last time we let a furry red monster coach our team.

“Yes, Elmo, we can count to ten.. But how does that help in our situational batting?”

But seriously Matador captain, that was a great catch at the end of the game and we were relatively impressed.

If you haven’t read it in the papers YOU HEAR IT FIRST- On Monday night Team Beggars/Matador (The Ragbag Rats) put a mean hurtin’ on the Heeb Magazine crew.

The savage sluggery of the Ragbag Rats proved too powerful. Our training regiment (seen below) which involves forgoing traditional weights for small children raised morale while building serious strength….

The victory, however, was cemented with bulls-eye pitching and righteous defensive performances by the team (clad in red and with no intentions of taking prisoners) who managed a shutout in regulation (the game was extended to allow Team Heeb a sportsman’s shot at a run, which we ultimately sacrificed).

(The Rick Allen of competitive Whiffleball slamming another one out of the park)

Game highlights included Helen’s one-handed hammer-hack swing, which, though unorthodox, proved surprisingly effective; our masterful employment of the controversial “pitcher’s hand rule”; Dave Martin’s competitive (at times bordering on psychotic) displays of leadership; and our collective disbelief at the blazing foot-speed of Beggars GM Matt Harmon (do NOT challenge this guy in the 40, people).

All told, it was an excellent first showing, rewarded with beers (Miller Lite, Bud Lite, Coors Lite - take your pick, we drank ‘em ALL) and bar food at Blondie’s on 79th. Kudos to Team Heeb for a great effort (hey, they fared better than Team FADER - 17-0 at the hands of Sony/BMG - OUCH!).

THANKS SAUCONY AND GOD BLESS AMERICA!!