Having attended my first official baseball game this year (Giants vs A's no less), I think I can say with sufficient glee that it's slugger season at last. Of course, it was still spring training and I didn't even eat a hot dog (don't get on my case, the tix were gifted after I'd already wolfed a baguette and cheese and bottle of lambrusco---yes, we're damn fancy pants now), but shit kids, we'd already played our own N.A.M.B.L.A. sanctioned game two months ago so we're way ahead of things.
Dark Banger emerged Conrad-style from the land of the pygmies to show off his new style, which just happens to be the same style we remembered from last time...wild and loose. The Associate also washed up from the shores of somewhere exotic, possibly the set of Mad Men.
Archie brought the Vitamin C. Everybody else brought hooch and some damn fine looks.
Even JPD put in an appearance, prefering to sit Kullman-style on the bleachers and distract everyone rather than play.
In the immortal headlines of Mike McGuirk: "Fuckers Feast Banger-Style On Banger's Fucker-Like Pitching"
And so they did.
Bangers---8, Fuckers---9.
At least Bangers Slove...
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Time to start up the league? Talk's been going round and it just might happen now that Africa's coughed Dark Banger back into our lap and me and Shorts have the balls. One Sunday a month? Now that's not so much to ask. In the meantime, I'm good for hollering at batters over a round of $8 beers any night of the week.