Oh boy oh boy oh boy. Oracles, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27. Oracles, I love thee 27 ways, one way for each run thee brought home last night in a rare game where darkness never was a factor and the abysmal fielding conditions (sun in everyone's eyes, especially Brian's. Just remember that, next time thee blame him for his abnormally poor fielding yesterday) didn't stop the Oracles from putting an astonishing 27 runs on the board on their way to thumping the valiant but outclassed Washington Bashionals 27-9.
With the thermometer finally starting to crack 80, the Oracles cracked open 48 cans of beer during the game to fuel their desire to win and to continually toast long-time Oracle Dana "Little Girls are Made of Cigarettes and Beer" MacDonald in her last game before migrating west to the quaint little town of Portland, OR to continue her schooling. No longer, alas, will the Oracles be privy to Dana schooling the competition from the mound, a cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth, and a cup of beer resting precariously at her feet, just asking to be knocked over by a ground ball up the middle. Oh Dana, what WILL we do without you?! Tim will be heartbroken.
Honestly, with 27 runs scored, it is almost impossible to provide any sort of report on what happened during the game--it's all a blur of base runners and scorecards ... and beer. According to my iPhone notes, hastily taken between innings, I'm supposed to congratulate the following people for their heroics:
-Amy hit the first home run of her Oracles' career (I think), and not only did she make it all the way around the bases, she did so after executing a textbook slide into 3rd base that ultimately proved unnecessary, though it looked very nice
-Poor Alex. The game had barely started when the other team launched two deep balls almost consecutively way over his head, sending him huffing and puffing into the next game over's outfield. By the time the first inning had wrapped up, he looked and sounded as winded as if he had just run the 100-meter dash.
-Our thoughts go out to the guy on the other team who apparently hurt himself on a swinging third strike. That can't feel good.
-Welcome to Matt, who moved from New York just to join the Oracles lineup. If you need anything catered in the coming months, give him a call. I hear he does everything short of breakfast in bed.
-Welcome back to Kristen, aka Mrs. Roy, aka Roy's Better Half, who showed off, once again, why we love her: she can hit and she can throw. And she NEVER swings at the first pitch.
MVP Award goes to: Dana. Who else? She has become an Oracles institution, and we are all going to miss her funny, mildly cynical self at all of our games. Dana, this Bud's for you.
Happy Memorial Day weekend, Oracles. Martina was kind enough to take a bunch of game photos, so look for the photo feed on the site to start showing some fresh faces and new angles over the weekend.
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