When they're gone and the heart is pumping cold
another burnt offering in worship of the told
...bury the hammer, bury the hammer

In a hail of balls, Hammer of the Balls went down last night. Our first game in the loser's bracket of the double elimination tournament was against the Icemen, who, just like at the beginning of the season, didn't show up. So we advanced to the next round, where we were scheduled to play With Ourselves. We fought, I took a shot in the crotch, which bounced off and hit Andy in the face, providing me with more jokes than I can count. I tried staring someone down, they hit me in the arm. The last game I was in, I was the last Hammerer standing, at which point I threw the ball right to With Ourselves' best catcher. And I threw it as slow as I could, with the strength of a six year old girl with a broken arm. The six year old could have thrown harder than I threw. I was not an asset to the team last night.
It came down to Andy versus, I believe, their entire team. He was holding his own with his sniper-like style, but one slipped past his radar, and he fell to the floor, crushed, defeated, pounded by balls.
So, we'll see about next season.

posted by beta at 10/06/2004 09:03:00 AM