This game recap is going to be a poem. Most people like Firpo, once they get to know him.

 

It might not necessarily make a whole lot of sense, much like how Kyle has yet to pop one over the fence.

 

Our contest was played in lovely Veseli, where at times our fielding has been fairly described as "messily."

 

There were at least a billion little gnats. We brought about fifteen wood bats.

 

Herber started and he pitched good. Andy sat on the bench and he wore a hood.

 

Turns out Al Weeman once fanned a first rounder. Guy didn't even hit a weak grounder (in that at bat).

 

Nick and Vocca both hit majestic dingers, but please, stop all this nonsense about ringers.

 

Scotty finally got some new shoes. Now someone tell Kibs to ditch those blues.

 

Benny Hines continues to rake, his appetite for finding barrels you cannot slake.

 

The contest was close for the first three innings, but in the end by ten runs we ended up winning.

 

All the healthy players got a chance to hit, except the ginger donkey typing this stuff.

 

If you don't like what this recap has been about, tough luck, becaue I have the keyboard and you probably have gout, but fine, here's the end of the poem: el webby out.

 

Sincerely,

Dr. Steuss