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The B&B brought their pumped up kicks last night and spanked Jersey Shore like a Principal wielding a wooden paddle
in the 80s before corporal punishment was banned. Kerri strolls in with her "boom box" on her right shoulder and
pops in the tunes that will surely annoy the Jack Carter Park neighbors who are already perturbed that they have to
keep fishing kick balls out of their pool every Friday morning.
Emily yanks the Red Bull IV out of her left arm and marches off to retrieve Dan who has made himself comfy in the
Running Back position at the Pee-­‐Wee football practice field while Erin gets a conscience and quietly replaces the mini
pom poms she stole from the pee wee cheerleaders while they were away taking their apple juice and orange slices
break.
BandB immediately starts oozing some sort of caffeinated energy out of their pores and start loading people up on
base.like if the bases were a potato it would have had butter, sour cream, cheese, chives AND bacon. mmm, I'm
hungry. With a full house Roy is up to kick. He goes all in and sends Mason home. Randi is next up. She kicks up a nice
one and sends Chives, er Emily, to home plate for a score. Greg is up and brings home the Bacon, er Richard. Greg slid
into second but missed it by about 5 five and crawled on all fours to get to his destination.
Ronnie is a megastar at the mound and also catches an out right off the bat. Mason, not to be outdone, catches a
spinner at home base for an out and stops for a Globetrotter pose for the camera. Ronnie shuts down the first inning
revealing his soft side and gently taps a girl running to second. Come on RONNIE, look FEIRCE! Put your mean face
back on or borrow mine.
Dan Do You Right Does Us Right and kicks the ball for a safe landing on first. Richard kicks a line drive to the pitcher.
Roy launches a doozie into the outfield and Mason comes barreling to round third. I'm not totally sure but I'd be willing
to bet that the poor girl on third base looked like a deer and Mason looked like an 18-­‐wheeler on a 40% grade road with
his brights shining directly in her eyes.
Anytime a player gets up to kick with mismatched socks and soccer shoes while I am picking flowers in the outfield I
immediately start to sweat. I'm pretty sure that the anticipation of birthing a small child doesn't compare to the
anxiety that I feel out in lonely right field, especially when said kicker intentionally makes eye contact with me, points
and laughs. Ok, so he didn't do that but that's what I imagined in my head and I sort of have a wild imagination.
Mismatch, sensing that I can't catch ball immediately launches the ball in my direction. Fortunately for me A) the ball is
a foul and B) Greg has decided that he WANTS THIS OUT and dives through a Pee-­‐wee huddle for the catch. Annnd he
misses. Greg, we really need to work on this distance perception thing. Richard, my more confident other half, catches
a doozie on third.
I. kicked. and. made. a. double.
Sorry, couldn't resist. I had to give it its own special section because, sadly, I am that proud. Kerri kicks and knocks me
to third. Dan boots one out pushes me home for score. Kerri is sent home by Mason. Kerri starts running around the
field with the boom box on her shoulder playing 'Eye of The Tiger'.
Out in the field Emily stops a line drive and fortunately doesn't have to use her wings from the Red Bull. Booze on First
has decided that it's fun to launch balls at our petite infielders and launch a ball at Erin. Erin picks off the pop up and
launches into a herkey and thumbs her noses at the cheerleaders with their orange slices.
Richard up to kick pounds a hole into left field. The left fielder, catches it, wobbles it and it slides out of his arms.
Richard, safely on first, tosses away the squeeze butter container. Randi pinned a target on her back and sacrificed
herself so Richard could stomp home. Greg nearly decapitated some on-­‐lookers with a foul. I slid into third to save my
head from surely being taken off my neck by the left fielder. It was sort of fun to slide, minus the sure rearrangement
of my spinal cord.
16-­‐2. P.S. Here are the photos proving we accepted the challenge!! Don't mess with B&B!!!!