Eleven of the faithful and one FNG (White Beaver) posted at GridIron early on a Saturday morning. Both the undersigned and Tater claimed to have reserved the Q, but Tater yielded to the undersigned. That decision would prove to be tragic.
The undersigned took the Q and started the PAX out with a typical warmup COP (merkins, don quiotes, LBCs, etc.) The undersigned then declared that there would some Frank’s ball (kickball), confident that Polly’s injury at the prior round of Frank’s ball was just a fluke.
It was requested that Frank’s ball be played on the Astro Turf field at Striker Park. The PAX made its way over and a makeshift field was constructed using hats and gloves as bases.
The teams were allocated randomly. That turned out to be a mistake since Piglet, it turns out, is a professional quality kickball player and proved himself capable of covering the entire infield and outfield, along with covering all bases and along with hitting runners with the ball form 80 yards away. It was a route, and team Piglet won easily.
Tater was injured almost immediately, I believe during the first “at bat”. He was out for the remainder of the battle (and day). The following was overheard around the table at Starbucks.
In the realm of valor, a warrior stood tall,
With a heart of courage, ready for the brawl.
He allowed his comrade to lead the charge that day
Into the chaos of battle, they made their way.
With armor gleaming, and resolve so strong,
He watched as his friend marched forward, headlong.
“To lead the way,” he selflessly decreed,
His trust in his comrade, a warrior indeed.
But in the midst of the clash, a cruel twist,
His own leg, a weakness, in pain it did exist.
The great warrior stumbled, his strength gave way,
His life extinguished in the heat of the fray.
In this tale of valor, we mourn the loss,
A leader’s sacrifice, at such a cost.
His memory lives on, in the annals of time,
A noble warrior’s end, in a battle’s prime.
We called the game with roughly 25 minutes remaining in the workout and spent the remainder of the hour doing four corners on the astro turf field.
At the COT, Liam was named White Beaver in order to conform to a GridIron convention.
Frank’s Ball is hereby retired at GridIron on account of it’s tendency to cause unfettered mayhem.
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