Monday, September 20, 2010

We Are The Champions

Cue the music……

Queen comes on singing “We Are the Champions” (if I knew how to embed it I would).

I might have mentioned a time or two that HHBL plays baseball in the summer months. And in the fall months too but that is a different story.

Today we will talk about the Northeast Ohio Roy Hobbes Masters Division, that would be those who are 48 and over. That would be HHBL. That would be the Kent Mudhens Masters.

And………

THEY ARE THE CHAMPIONS OF THE MASTERS DIVISION!

Of course I went to the double header. You betcha baby!

IMG_8979AI went prepared for the day. The chair is essential for my patookis. Obviously I need food and drink. It was a cloudy day so the umbrella was just in case. Of course I would bring knitting. And the paper was to entertain me with the latest in our ongoing political scandals here in the Frozen Northeast Ohio. It looked like I was moving in as I set up shop.

I am a boy scout in female form.

IMG_8983A  The field of battle. Can you hear the roar of the crowd?
Maybe not. But there were a few fans.
IMG_8999A Elvis was in the house to cheer on the team.
IMG_8986A Last minute instructions from the coach on how to beat the Bucs into dust and send them screaming back to Pennsylvania.

OK, maybe they were just talking about the line up.

But I like my version better.

IMG_8990A All for one and one for all!
OK, that isn’t what they say. But I can’t really tell you what they say, it would take too long. And some people might not understand and take offense. But they say it every time before every game.

You will just have to be left wondering.

A bit of mystery is always good for you.

IMG_8993A Cheering on the team.
That is what I like the most about the boys who play for the Mudhens. They just enjoy playing the game. They compete 110% but they don’t take themselves too seriously. There is a ton of laughter and ribbing and encouragement.

I think I might cry.

IMG_8994A OOOOOOOO, my own personal baseball hunk. I like him almost as much in his baseball uniform as I like him in a suit.

And I REALLY like him in a suit.

Uhmmmmmm. I think I had better stop there.

Back to the game.

IMG_9004BWThe tools of the baseball trade. The smell of pine tar. The ping of the bat. The slap of leather as the ball hits the glove. The smell of the dust as it blows up into my eyes and I can’t see what is happening on the field…..

IMG_9007A  Oh yes.
And now I would like to brag on HHBL a bit. Power hitter. Yes. Stellar left fielder. Yes. He is what I might call an “inhibitor” when he is in left. He has a gun for an arm and can throw from left to home, beating the runner. That also means that he can throw, with amazing accuracy to any other part of the field. The other team doesn’t send runners as often as they might when HHBL is playing. In fact, with HHBL, Mark, Steve and Karl in the outfield, the Mudhens outfielders are the best in the league.

IMG_9008AOf course you have to have peanuts when you are watching baseball. Jean brings them which is good because if I had to be the one to buy them there might not be any left by the time I got to the game.

I might like peanuts.

IMG_9011A copyI was worried for a bit because I didn’t think I was going to have enough pages left in my scoring book. But I found some that were blank and hiding. But I am finally finished with the book. But the question is, what to do with it. One side of my brain says to save it for things like the above notation that I made at a particular game.
But I am not sure that I really need a piece of paper to remember that particular incident and it’s aftermath.

IMG_9016A The Mudhens won the first game 8-7. It was a squeaker that almost went the other way. The Bucs are a hard playing team that can score and make plays. There was some mound maintenance that needed to be done between games. At one point it looked like they were excavating but things finally got put back together and

IMG_9018A it was time to do their little ritual.

Still not telling you what they say. Sorry.

The game was hard fought.

IMG_9021AThe tension was horrific. We were tapping our feet and eating peanuts and jumping up and sitting down and yelling encouragement.

And I have to say that all that tension just makes me have to go to the bathroom. And that is a problem because the only place to take care of business is the one lonely Port-o-potty. Why can’t they make those things just a bit bigger. It would make things just a bit better, less up close and personal if you know what I mean. It isn’t the worst place that I have ever encountered. Remember these? But it doesn’t make the whole baseball experience the best. Thank goodness there was toilet paper.

And I didn’t take a picture of it. Aren’t you proud of me?

And finally, after almost 6 hours of baseball…..

IMG_9024AThe final out was thrown and the Mudhens beat the Bucs 11-4 to take the Masters Division Championship for the first time. Much rejoicing ensued.

IMG_9029A  I love the part where they all line up and shake hands.

IMG_9034AThe obligatory team picture. A nice looking group of guys.

And then the party began.

IMG_9038A  IMG_9057A IMG_9036 IMG_9037A I so rarely have a hot dog. I usually run the other way. But sometimes you just have to succumb to the siren song of the dog. And these were totally yummy.

IMG_9058AI also indulged in some Doritos. Oh these are so, so good. I was already sliding down the slippery slope of bad eating, I might as well jump into the deep end of the pool.

IMG_9043AOf course we needed some champagne. Don did an expert job of opening.

IMG_9050AMark demonstrated the correct way to share a bottle when no cups are readily available. Thanks Mark for the lesson.

And so, we ate, we celebrated, we enjoyed the good memories from a great year.

Congratulations to Don, Don, Dave, Denny, Dan, Wade, Jerome, Jim, the other Jim, Tom, Karl, LeRoy, Kelly, Ronnie, Mark, Mike, Phil, Pat, Scott, Steve, the other Steve and Ted, the 2010 Northeast Ohio Roy Hobbes Masters Division Champions.

I can hardly wait for November and the tournament in Florida.

6 comments:

  1. Yipee!!! Tell HHBL I said CONGRATS. That was a great read and set of pics.

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  2. Wahoo!! Congrats to the champions. I love your baseball pics. You really captured the essence of American summertime.

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  3. Looks like fun! (Especially the celebration part!)

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  4. You are one dedicated wife! Did you actually sit through 6 hours of baseball? I won't even watch my hubby race cars for an hour...I could take some lessons from you. :)

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