The Squirrel at the Grisslie Alter
INTROA couple of weeks ago I saw the Blues Brothers hanging out in the legion. The numbers began to dwindle until there was only Dave Argue, Ingo Bartens, Kevin (Radar) Boston and Scott Mason left.
They were chatting.....
Scott: This league is great, I’m having a ball.
Ingo: Yep, hard to find someone who has a bad word to say about the league.
Dave: You might have a bad year here and there, but it evens out. And those are just the teams, not the league. You can’t beat the league.
Radar: That’s the beauty of the rating system. On May 1st everyone is in first place and has a chance. Injuries, bad years, good years, a #12 getting a key hit, that’s what makes the difference.
Scott: Cool. I had fun last year. Having fun this year, meeting some new guys and I’m sure it’ll be the same next year. You know what, the changing teams thing is way better than I thought it would be.
Radar: I’ve been on 6 teams in 6 years. There’s not too many guys I haven’t played with yet.
Scott: You know what would be fun?
Ingo: What?
Scott: To get on the Grisslies next year.
Radar: Be careful what you wish for.
Dave: What, you don’t like being a number 1?
Ingo: It was two years of hell for me.
Scott: What???
Dave: Give it up Ingofische, two years is nothing. I spent three years there. First year I was a number one, got bumped to a two. Hayward came in as a one, bumped to a two. Cudnik goes there last year hits .823, knocks 8 out of Keogh and improves his batting average from the previous season by 207 points and HE gets bumped to a two.
Scott: BS. There’s no way. There’s a rating committee to make sure that stuff doesn’t happen.
Dave: Who’s on the rating committee?
Scott: Seriously?
Dave: I’m just saying....once? Sure, that can happen. Twice? Maybe. But 3 times? That’s a trend.
Scott: No kidding
Dave: You know who I feel sorry for? Doris Casullo. You know he’s staring at going a two now.
Scott: There’s no way Doris moves down. I’ve modeled my entire shortstop career after him.
Dave: Me too. And where am I now?
Scott: Wow. Still. It looks like they have fun. Maybe I could sneak in one year with them and and go back to being a #1 later.
Radar; Oh yeah, its fun alright. If having your career batting average drop by 150 points is fun. If that's the case, then the Grisslies are party central.
Scott: Why does that happen?
Radar: OMG, all they talk about is defense. Defense, defense, defense. I think the batting order is drawn out of a hat.
Scott: Well, defense is important though
Radar: Yeah, sure it is, but you need to score the OCCASIONAL run!
Scott: It can’t be that bad.
Radar: Really? I have a bet with Marky Doyle every year as to who will finish with the higher average. The only year I lost?
Scott: You were a Grisslie?
Radar: I was a Grisslie. But its not just me. Art Sagert came within a sniff of the batting title. Next year goes to the Grisslies and drops like a stone. Doris, #15 in batting last season, this year .625. Roger Gaudet, 14 in batting last year...he’s gone from .758 to 636. These aren't flukes. These are good hitters that crash with that team.
Scott: WOW. So what are they doing to these poor guys.
Radar: Part of it is the over emphasis on defense. And then they’re so anxious to get back on the field and play MORE defense that they just let base runners run themselves into outs. That is if they even have base coaches out there. Usually while the team is hitting you’ll see Farah and Dwyer strategizing new defensive alignments in the dugout and restitching their gloves. Its pathetic.
Scott: Well, if nothing else, with all the emphasis on defense they must have a history of being in close games and playing sound ball.
Ingo: If by “sound” you mean people playing out of position and getting maimed, then this is your team.
Scott: Now that one I’m pretty sure is an over reaction.
Ingo: Seriously? You know nothing rookie.
Scott: I'm a Sophomore
Ingo: Whatever! I spent 32 years playing right field and left field at various levels of ball. We have our preseason Grisslie meeting and I see Dwyer writing stuff down and Farah nodding. I get to the 1st game guess who’s playing 3rd?
Scott: You?
Ingo: Me. First batter nearly took off my knee cap. By the time game was over I looked like a brick of swiss cheese.
Scott: But that made you better right?
Ingo: No, it made the left fielder better. He had to play shallow behind me and get all the ricochets.
Scott: But eventually it worked out.
Ingo: No. Eventually I tore my hammy and Dwyer took over 3rd. That might have been the plan from the beginning. Hard to tell with those two.
Scott: Are you sure you guys aren’t just bitter?
Dave: Bitter? Haven't you been listening?
Scott: Look their having a bad year, but last year they made the quarters. The year before they won. Made the semis a before that. They've been pretty consistent.
Radar: Yeah that's it Scott, you're right. We're wrong.
Ingo: Maybe we should have spoken in braille, after all, didn't he learn that in x-man school?.....I hear he's good at foriegn laguages.
Dave: Braille isn't a foreign language..
Ingo: Sure it is, what do you think they speak in Brailzil?
Radar: Holy crap, you really WERE on the Grisslies for 2 years, you're speaking like Rob now!.
The Speech
Robbie is certainly feeling that 70's folksy soul styling lately. Maybe not soul. Maybe folk / rock kinda thing. Well he was bound and determined to do something about the squirrel and his "not so secret" desire to be a Grisslie, so he manipulated the song "Brandy" by Looking Glass. You can hear the tune here, ====> CLICK ME.
SCOTTY
There's a sport played on sunny days
And it serves a 180 guys who play
The lonely squirrel pass the time away
And talks about his goal
And there's a team in this one horse town
And they play and drink Donini down
They say "Boys, how 'bout another round"
And they play ball and drink their wine
The Grisslies say "Scotty, you're a fine guy" (you're a fine guy)
"What a good Grisslie you would be" (such a fine Gris)
"Yeah your range could steal a base hit from Lahey"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
Scotty, well his arm's insane
He works it out, by cutting sugar cane
A locket that bears the name
Of the team that Scotty loves
He came to Fraser, on a summer's day
Bringin' gifts from far away
And he made it clear he wanted to stay
And it serves a 180 guys who play
The lonely squirrel pass the time away
And talks about his goal
And there's a team in this one horse town
And they play and drink Donini down
They say "Boys, how 'bout another round"
And they play ball and drink their wine
The Grisslies say "Scotty, you're a fine guy" (you're a fine guy)
"What a good Grisslie you would be" (such a fine Gris)
"Yeah your range could steal a base hit from Lahey"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
Scotty, well his arm's insane
He works it out, by cutting sugar cane
A locket that bears the name
Of the team that Scotty loves
He came to Fraser, on a summer's day
Bringin' gifts from far away
And he made it clear he wanted to stay
The Grisslies were his home
Then Robbie said "Scotty, you're a fine guy" (you're a fine guy)
"What a good Grisslie you would be" (such a fine Gris)
"But you're a Blues Brother, A Grisslie next year maybe"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
Yeah, Scotty turned and hid his eyes
When Rob explained the draft story
He feel the wave of disappointment rise
He wanted Grisslie glory
But he had always known the truth, lord, he was an honest man
And Scotty did his best to understand
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
At night when the bars close down
Then Robbie said "Scotty, you're a fine guy" (you're a fine guy)
"What a good Grisslie you would be" (such a fine Gris)
"But you're a Blues Brother, A Grisslie next year maybe"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
Yeah, Scotty turned and hid his eyes
When Rob explained the draft story
He feel the wave of disappointment rise
He wanted Grisslie glory
But he had always known the truth, lord, he was an honest man
And Scotty did his best to understand
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
At night when the bars close down
The Squirrel walks through a silent town
And dreams about next years Draft
He can almost hear them say
And dreams about next years Draft
He can almost hear them say
He hears them say "Scotty, you're a Grisslie" (you're a Grisslie!)
"What a good Grisslie you will be" (such a fine Grisl)
"And now, you'll enjoy going 21-3"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
"Scotty, You're a Grisslie" (you're a Grisslie!l)
[FADE]
"What a good Grisslie you will be" (such a fine Grisl)
"And now, you'll enjoy going 21-3"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
"Scotty, You're a Grisslie" (you're a Grisslie!l)
[FADE]
"What a good Grisslie you will be" (such a fine Grisl)
"And now, you'll enjoy going 21-3"
The Game
Seriously????
How are you supposed to play against these guys?
The Blues Brothers opened up the game with Grisslie worthy Shenanigans! Good on you guys, well done!
They took that enthusiasm to the field and opened with a three run fist inning on the strength of runs by Ingofische, Radar and Squirrel.
The Grisslies would count just a single in their half of the inning and another in the second. At the end of three the score stood 3-2 for the Blues Brothers.
The Blues Brothers would then open it up in the fourth scoring 5 and seemingly taking control of the game. Ingofishche, Argue, Radar, Mason and Johnny T did the damage this time.
The great thing about this Grisslie team and probably the big reason why Scott is so desperate to join the team, is the fact that they don't give up. Despite being down 8-2 and having a 2-15-1 record, and missing Winston Gayle, Brad Wadden, Dave Muirhead we kept battling.
The Grisslies would fall 11-8 in another hard fought game. Well played fellas, the wins are around the corner!