Gorilla Stats as of 5/23/07

Box-score 5/22/07

2007 Summer League Schedule

We just realized that we never posted the summer league schedule. We blame Ryan Dempster & Neal Cotts.

All games are on Tuesday nights at Iglehart field.

May 15th - 6pm vs. Eville Deamons (L 23-13)
May 22nd - 6pm vs. Dyna Kleen
May 29th - 7pm vs. Red Rockets
June 5th - 8pm vs. el Diablo
June 12th - 6pm vs. The Snakes
June 19th - 6pm vs. Eville Deamons
June 26th - 6pm vs Dyna Kleen
July 3rd - 7pm vs. Red Rockets
July 10th - 8pm vs. El Diablo
July 17th - 7pm vs. The Snakes
July 24th - Rain Date
July 31st - Championship night 8pm game.

We'll update Theme Nights here as we schedule them.

The God-Fearing-Bastards Would Like For You To Appologize Now. -or- Yay, Us.

Okay, okay. We admit it. Perhaps we have been making just a few too many blasphemous & distastefull jokes over the last year or two. Hey God: we were only jokin'. Seriously.
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We weren't sure if God was upset about Jerry Falwell croaking, or if he'd just had enough, already with our bullshit... but it sure looked like he was pissed Tuesday night. It rained, thundered, and the wind blew in 40 mph gusts - in every direction. All the while, our little Gorillas were standing out in the field watching youngsters run around the bases.

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When Melon didn't show up till the 4th inning, we knew it was us that had the All-Mighty all in a tissy. And boy, did we regret this post from last year.

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But hey, it was just game one of an 11 game summer season. Yah, we got our asses handed to us this time. But we'll get another shot at those little fuckers, what with their boundless energy, hot girlfriends, and ability to catch fly balls. And when we get that next chance: we won't suck as much. Especially Gerthy.

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Having made His point Tuesday - and really, most of the spring league - the Big Guy gave us a lovely day on Wednesday. Which was good, since the Gorillas were vying for their fifth straight league championship. All we had to do was win two. A heady task, considering we were all bruised & battered from the night prior. Luckily, we had an hour off between games to drink replenishing fluids and strategersize. And so on.

We won, of course.

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Because that's what we do.

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That's all we do.

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We don't know if our Spring League Championship trophey will look much like the one pictured here...but we do plan on wearing a cheerios hat, golf spikes, and a man-ziere when we passionately make out with it.

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How you celebrate is up to you and your beliefs.

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God, bless these Gorillas. (And Cracker.)

Gorilla Stats As Of 5/15/07

Box Score, May 14th

Splitsville -or- "Atta BJ T"

There are lots of things that we like -- that everyone likes -- about the Gashaus Gorillas. For one, there is the bier. The Gorillas always have bier.
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There's also the witty banter, inspired play, on-field leadership, hustle, and skilled glove work.
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Thank Gezus there was bier Wednesday night.
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The Gorillas came out deader than Dillinger in game one. Fortunately PC Quest, the team with numbered sweatshirts, wasn't much better. A couple big innings from the good guys, and a win was salvaged.
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This is becoming a (disturbing) trend for the Gorillas this spring. Slow starts, and slower endings sprinkled with a couple big offensive outbursts that, more often than not, are good enough for a win.
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Unfortunately, that formula didn't work in game 2, and when all was said and done, we ended up where we started -- drinking bier in the parking lot, bad mouthing an absent Flemwad and a broke-dick Beans, and one full game behind PC Quest in the standings.
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But hey, they don't say "ya win some, ya lose some" for nothing. And we don't say it very often. So despite the less-than-stellar performance Wednesday night, there is still a damn good chance of extending the championship streak to 5 straight leagues. All we gotta do is win two games next week (7 p.m. and 9 p.m.) and, whamo!, we're doing the donkey dance and drinking blue yummies from a gold-plated plastic trophy.
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Then we'll take our rightful place in history, thank Gezus we don't keep the book in the spring, and bad-mouth Flemwad and broke-dick Beans.
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That's one of the things we like about the Gashaus Gorillas.

His Mudder Was A Mudder -or- Sometimes You Win, Sometimes You Lose, And Sometimes...It Rains.

As we sit around waiting to lose massive amounts of money betting on horseys to run real fast in circles (we like Dominican in the Derby), we thought we'd update a curious nation, clamoring for knowledge of the goings-ons and where-abouts of their heroes: The Gashaus Gorillas.

Thus far this spring, the Gorillas have battled an inconsistent Mother Nature (sub 40 degree weather, and two rain-outs) an inconsistent roster ("girlfriends" birthday's and "work" functions @ 7 o'clock at night), and inconsistent play.

The Gorillas, though, are undaunted, unaffected, and mostly un-sobered. An impressive 9 players showed up for an obviously rained-out game this Wednesday past. We were nearly moved to tears.

But having good chemistry and plenty of bier in the clubhaus is not enough. The Gorillas stand at 4-2 with four games left in spring play. The 2 games this coming Wednesday (oddly, @ 7&8 p.m.) are against the current league leaders, and are must wins.

So show up early. Bring your rain-gear. Sport your Gorilla colors. And be ready to kick some ass. This is the stuff from which past Gorilla Legends have been created, and the stuff that Gorillas of the future will talk about during rain delays on cold April nights.

And bring bier.

Celebrity Death O' The Week - or - Kurt Is Up In Heaven Now

Hey listen: I am sad today because Kurt Vonnegut won't be writing any more. It's surprising to me that it makes me sad -- he hadn't written anything I have read in at least 2 years. It's surprising to me that I'm not just sad for myself, but for college students dressed in colorful robes that might have listened to him tell jokes and stories, and for people that only read words on a computer screen or drive-thru menu. That is surprising because I am not currently a Humanist.

It's not surprising to me that I'm not sad for Kurt Vonnegut. He knew that he would die one day, and he did. So it goes. But despite that knowledge, he was a Humanist anyway. In fact, he was the honorary president of the American Humanist Association. Here's what he said about Humanists: "We Humanists try to behave well without any expectation of rewards or punishments in an afterlife. We serve as best we can the only abstraction with which we have any real familiarity, which is our community."

I would be a Humanist, but I'm very busy. Maybe I'll get around to it soon, now that I'm done reading drive-thru menus.

If you haven't read Slaughterhouse V, one of Time's 100 best novels of all time, then I will lend you a copy. You really should take a break from all this interwebs business anyway.

I'm not going to go thru Vonnegut's life and works. You can go read wikipedia's entry for that. Don't worry -- I know you're not going to stop reading the computer screen. But the least you could do is make yourself a little more knowledgeable while doing it.


"When Hemingway killed himself he put a period at the end of his life. Old age is more like a semicolon."

That's what Mr. Vonnegut said about getting old.


"I am of course notoriously hooked on cigarettes. I keep hoping the things will kill me. A fire at one end and a fool at the other."

That's what he said about smoking.

"One of the few good things about modern times: If you die horribly on television, you will not have died in vain. You will have entertained us."

That's what he said about technology.

Kurt Vonnegut Jr. did not commit suicide the classy way - with Pall Malls -- nor did he die horribly on the evening news. But while those things would have certainly placed a period at the end of his life, he was far from a loathsome semicolon.

He was 84 years old on Wednesday night, when he died of complications from a fall. So it goes.

Kurt is up in Heaven now.

He would think that is funny.

2007 Spring League Schedule/Record

So, yah, we kinda lost interest in this here bloggy thingy last fall. We are easily distracted by shiny objects. And porn.

But hey, looky there, it's spring already. And that means the ole Gorillas are back in action. We'll be vying for our, like, 5th straight league title this spring. There is a minor problem tho. Someone, (whom we shall not name, but whose initials are Tommy Wannemu...) slightly screwed up and we will be playing on WEDNESDAY'S instead of Tuesdays. Rest assured, fans, we'll be back on Tuesday nights come summer time.

All games are at Kleymeyer #3 on Wednesday nights:

• April 4th - 8 & 9 p.m. vs. The Snakes (2 wins. It was cold.)
• April 11th - 8 & 9 p.m. vs. PC Quest (RAIN OUT)
  
• April 18th - 6 & 7 p.m. vs. Purple Ducks (Loss/Win)
• April 25th - 6 p.m. vs. PC Quest & 8 p.m. vs. The Snakes (Loss/Win)
• May 2nd - Rain Date (from Apr 11: 8&9 vs PC Quest) (RAIN OUT - AGAIN)
• May 9th - 7 & 8 p.m. vs PC Quest (Win/Loss)
• May 16th - 7 p.m. vs. Purple Ducks & Championship Game vs. PC Quest @ 9 p.m.

See ya at the park, kiddies.

Hey, Didn't You Used To Be The Gorillas? -or- Yes, I Said Raise. Why Are You Giggling?

So, would you rather play cards, eat smoked butts (the good kind), or drink bier?

We know, that's a tough one. It's like picking your favorite crappy world-coming-to-an-end movie. Don't make us choose!

But luckily, you don't HAVE to choose. You can do all three Saturday, October 14th. Shit, you can do all three at the same time! And best yet, you can do them with the morons pictured here.

We're not gonna go into all the fabulous details of the Gashaus Gorillas Poker Butt Bonanza in this blog. If you haven't gotten a flyer from us and you want to know more, leave a note in the comments. And if you can, make it kinda funny. (Have your brother, you know, the funny one, help you.)

Oh, and by the way, do not send us a fucking e-mail telling us you're coming to the bonanza by using the phrase, "I'm all in." We've been listening to morons (ahem! Buddy! coughcough) using that goddam phrase for everything from going to a movie to rooting for a hockey team for 3 damn years now, and we think it's about enough already.

Yah, so... we, um... played a couple games this past Tuesday. Boy, howdy, was that fun. Sure, we might have lost one of those games. Sure, it was to a bunch of snot-nosed punks. And sure, we weren't even drunk enough to use that as an excuse. But lets not forget what's important here. What's important, is that the Gorillas play next Tuesday at 8 & 9 p.m. for the champeenship of the fall league. And yes, it would be the 4th straight league champeenship, and the 6th of the last 7 leagues we've entered.

So, you know, there should be some pride involved here. Right?

And if you need to use the fact that we lost a game to a bunch of shit talking momma's boys (including one cocky little shit that should cut his hair with a civil war era cannon) as motivation... well then, you just go ahead and do that.

Oh, and bring bier.

Sorry for not bringing the funny. We're out of bier, er, motivation.

Celebrity Death O' The Week. -or- So Long, Lord Byron! We Hardly Knew Ye!

One day, long from now, you will look back on today fondly. It is the day that you read the first of a new series on the Gashaus Gorillas blog: Celebrity Death O' The Week. Exciting isn't it? I know. Anyway, here it is. Today: "Lord" Byron Nelson. Next week: Terrel Owens! (we hope)

No, we are not celebrating the death, er, life of the famous poet Lord George Byron, writer of Don Juan, and all around crazy cat who was once described as "mad, bad, and dangerous to know." (We would flat out love to be described that way.)

We are talking about Byron Nelson. Bad-ass golfer, and namesake of a big golf tourney thingy they hold in Dallas every year. (Some guy named Brett Wetterich won it this year, so we guess it's not as big a deal as it was back when guys named Ernie, Tiger, Lefty, Vijay, and Sergio were winning it.)

Byron is well known for having won eleven tourneys in a row (Tiger who?) and18 total... in 1945 alone! There was a little thing we like to call World War Two going on that year, so, we dunno, maybe a lot of golfers were storming Omaha beach at the time. But that's still pretty damn impressive. He also won 5 majors, including the Masters and PGA Championship both twice.

Mr. Nelson was born in 1912, around the time the Mayflower landed*. He died this Tuesday past (Sept. 26th) at the ripe young age of 94. He had a pretty good run. He is survived by his wife of 20 years, Peggy. That means that Byron, sly dog that he was, married this chick when he was 74! Nice.

We have very little hope that we will live to see74, but if we do, we are so getting married.

Here's to you, Lord Byron. We totally plan on pouring a drop of malt liquor on the ground, pounding our chest, and pointing to the sky later tonight, yo.

*Could have been The Pinto.. We're no history majors.

Hit Better Drunk, Field Better Sober. -or- Poker, Because You Love Her.

In the world of sports, there have been some very bad teams. The '62 Mets, '72-'73 Sixers, '76 Buccaneers were all historically bad. There have been some very good teams. The '27 Yankees, '85 Bears, and '75-'76 Hoosiers come to mind.

But has there ever been a team that combined skill level and drinking ability quite like the 2006 Gashaus Gorillas? I think not.

Tuesday night was one of those evenings from which dreams are made. Beautiful weather, good softball games, and bier. Lots and lots of bier.

You could tell it would be a special night, when in pre-game nearly all the Gorillas brought a key element for the event. Some had bier and no cooler or ice. Some had bier and ice, but no cooler. Some had bier and an extra cooler. Some had bier and extra ice. One guy had a burrito, while another had some haut sauce. It was magical.

The magic carried over to the field. The first game ended in a run-rule as the Gorillas took advantage of an inexperienced north-paw on the hill, the continued hot hitting of JT (4 for 4, homer, 5 ribbies), and an umpire that was drunk enough to not notice how drunk we were.

An hour off to drink some more did nothing but help as BK joined JT in the hit parade in game two (both going 4 for 4) and we got some key clutch hitting in the last inning. Sure, we may have been a bit too tipsy to catch soft liners or thow guys out from 5 feet in front of the plate, but man were we funny. And we won. Which is nice.

So while our significant others, family doctors, and employers may think otherwise, we have once again proven that excessive drinking is a good thing. Maybe the best of things. Well, there is hope. I hear that's pretty good. And titties. Titties are awesome. Ever had a Wrigleyville Dog? Those things are fucking unreal.

But excessive drinking was the best of things this time. And it will probably be the best of things next Tuesday (8 & 9 for those of you too fucking lazy to scroll down to the scedule.) We'll see if we can get Tdub and Nick's punk asses out of their respective work boots and wheelchairs, get those boys drunk, and turn 'em loose! Wooooooo! Bronx Bombers here we come!!

Which brings me to the 2nd item of bidness. The Gorillas need money. Lots and lots o' money. Okay, not really. But we're gonna hold a fund-raiser anyway. It's not an ambitious affair, just a little poker game and butt smokin' to pass the time. But we'll raise a few bucks for the team and have a good excuse to spend the whole day drinking, eating, and playing cards with our homies. The debate is: when do we have it? We'll be placing a poll on the right side-bar shortly, and we would appreciate your honest(ish) opinion.

You do like bier, food, and cards right? Right? Cuz if you don't, well, that's how we would know you're gay. Don't be the guy wearing that faggy '76 Bucs jersey. Just... don't. K?

Orlando Just Got Fatter -or- Oh, How the Mighty Have Fallen..

As we look back on the week that was, we are saddened and appalled by a sub-par, at best, performance this week from the Gorillas. Even as their founder and CEO sat idly by drinking their beers; they tried their best. Well, I guess their best wasn't good enough because they lost. After a day of emails and scurrying to round up a roster of players that didn't suck, a tall task; the Gorillas showed up 11 strong w/ two gimps and a pimp in tow. Gerthy made a much anticipated fall appearance after lengthy contract negotiations and a formal invite.

They say speed kills, but I tell you ladies and gents that's a lie. To use the band that everyone knows but can't name one song, "Gravity Kills". And fellas, we have a LOT of gravity on this team. Although the new found speed on the team was inspiring by the young Swain (no relation), once again the lack of a quality closer in the late innings did us in. I hear Hoffman's available.

In unrelated news, TDub has informed us his "team" has won their first game in Orlando at U-Trip worlds. We attempted to get a quote from the "big guy" but much like Mantle's, we are unable to print it due to FCC regulations. A reliable source, who wished to remane nameless, said he asked directions to the nearest strip club with a pizza buffett upon landing. Again, unconfirmed.

As Hemmingway once passed off as his own (probably stole it from Steve Allen): "Although the sun may set, fear not because tomorrow the sun also rises." Truly inspiring.

G'day, Croc Hunter. We Hardly Knew Ye. -or- Hooray Gorillas!

Let's catch up: Last you heard, the Gashaus Gorillas were making miraculous comebacks and winning league championships. Last you heard, the Gorillas had defied the odds. They'd spit in the face of adversity. They'd laughed in the face of death. They'd cum in the face of some crack-whore for 8 dollars.

Well, times have changed. All that you knew before is wrong. All that you believed has changed. Back then the phrase, "I'm gonna go all stingray on your ass" meant nothing. Hell, most people still thought Pluto was a planet. We personally had no idea that Joey Porter had gone to Colorado State University!

I know. Hard to believe. But those were different times.

Since then, like an aging rock band, some Gorillas have persued individual goals. No less than 10 past or current Gorillas made the final four in the city tournament. No less than 6 of them reached the final four in the USSSA E Mens Nationals finals. No less than 3 of them have spent time in jail - fewer than the Bengals or UK basketball team, but impressive none-the-less.

Okay, maybe times haven't changed that much. The Gorillas are (more or less) back. The fall league has begun. And the chances of the Gorillas not winning that mother fucker are lower than Vince Young's wonderlick score and/or Baumgart's sales-call tally. Sometimes a crafty veteran, such as D-Snydes (6 for 7, hitting for the cycle over 2 games including 2 triples, 6 RBI and a monster bomb.) will carry us. Sometimes a relative newcomer expected to give quality innings and be serviceable at the plate, such as Nick (5 for 7, including 2 triples 6 RBI and a nice play or two off the hill) will do it. It doesn't really matter. At this point, even people whose mothers were kicked in the belly by Rafael Septian during their 3rd tri-mester (Dallas-Ft. Worth... Hello!), monkeys, and very smart dogs understand that it is destiny for your heroes to win another title.

Gene Wilder and Richard Pryor said it all when they said, "That's right. We bad." Or perhaps Steve Irwin did when he said, "Crikey."

Crikey indeed, sir.

Crikey indeed.

2006 Fall League Schedule

Here's your schedule for the fall league, where the Gorillas will be vying for a 4th straight title. All games are on Tuesday nights (of course) and at Kleymeyer #3.

• Sept. 5th, 6&7 p.m. vs. Schmitt Tile
• Sept. 12th, 8&9 p.m. vs. E&I Sports Apparel
• Sept. 19th, 8&9 p.m. vs. The Golden Gloves
• Sept. 26th, 6p.m. vs. E&I Sports apparel and 8p.m. vs. Schmitt Tile
• Oct. 3rd, Rain date
• Oct. 10th, 7p.m. vs. The Golden Gloves and 9pm in Championship game

Check back here for weekly results and stats.

Happy Birthday!!! -or- Can He Play Shortstop?

Being good Catholics, the Wannemu...'s plan on having 15 children. They are well on their way with the birth of their 2nd (in 3 years) son, born the morning of the August 25th. We are told by sources close to the strappin' lad that both mother and child are healthy, happy, and wearing funny looking hospital garb.

As of this writing a name had not yet been decided upon (they only had 9 months to think about it) so please vote on the poll in the sidebar and help them pick a good one.

Tho the proud papa could not give us a favorite in the names race, he did intimate that the boy will bat left and throw right, has a cannon of an arm, and should be prime for his Gorilla debut in the spring of 2024.

Here's the boy with his big bro, JDub:

Props to the mama, MDub, who we know to be a kind and wise mother despite the poor judgement she's shown in sleeping w/ TDub at least twice.

Stay tuned, kids. Wannemu... Child version 3.0 is due for release sometime in early 2008.

Update (2pm CST): Rumor is a name has (finally) been decided upon. Hayden (Haden? Heyden? Whatever) Michael Wannemuehler (there. I spelled it out.) it is. Go ahead and vote on the poll... maybe they'll change their minds.

An Open Invitation. -or- Jesus Christ Of Latter Day Pricks

We'll admit it. We haven't watched a pitch of the Little League World Series. Something about Harold Reynolds not being there makes it all seem, we dunno, fake now. And even though girlfriends have insisted that we're constantly "ignoring the elephant in the living room" (what do you mean D has a drinking problem???), we thought we might acknowledge the kid bigger than an elephant that's been hanging out in an infield in Williamsport, Pa. As anyone who has watched Sportscenter or has traveled the information super-highway in the last week knows, there's an American, um, kid that plays for Saudi Arabia in the Little League World Series that is fucking huge. 6'8", 256 lbs! Gezus.

Since we're always looking to improve - size wise - we thought we should get this kid to play for the Gorillas. So we're extending an open invitation to Aaron Durley.

Aaron,

Gongrats on being so fucking big. We're sure that playing in the Little League World Series is great and all, but you may want to consider quitting that noise and coming to Evansville to play in the fall softball league for the Gashaus Gorillas. We know you get free equipment from Little League sponsors, but we are prepared to provide you with one of Snyder's hats, a pair of Baumgart' cleats, and let you hang out with Melon. That might not sound all that great, but believe me, Melon is a pimp. I mean, it's gotta be hard for a "13 year old" to find some poon-tang in Williamsport. Nothing but other player's moms and Erin Andrews there, and we hear she's partial to the Far East kids. We have lots of drunk white women here in Evansville, and you can probably hook up easily if you tell them you're Dean Garrett. Please think about it. Oh yah, see if you can bring one of the Dominican Republic's shortstops with you - ours is always hurt.

Thanks,
Gashaus Gorillas

Let us know if you think of anyone else we should offer positions to. We're already drafting letters to send to H.R., Ted Lilly, John Kruk, and, since we were thinking about her, Erin Andrews.

Gorrillas Update:
The Gorillas did not enter the yearly city tournament, so several of our players are scattered amongst other teams. As far as we know, all of those teams are still in the winners bracket after the 1st round. We may provide updates of those teams depending on if they do or do not, in fact, suck. And, proving that God is funny, some of us play those Gawd Fearin' Basteds this Wednesday nite. Hilarity will ensue. As usual.

We Must Protect This Haus! -or- God Doesn't Care About Softball

"The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day, The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play. "

It wasn't quite the Ernest L. Thayer poem, but the outlook was most certainly not brilliant for your heroes four innings deep with the champeenship of the league at stake. The Gorilla's arch-enemies, who had handed us our lunches on a couple of occasions already this year, were leading 9-0. The best damn softball team this side of Seinfeld's Improv team had a grand total of four (4) hits by two (2) guys. The bad guys were hitting the shit out of the ball, and the only thing keeping us from run-rule territory was a few great catches by the cheapest Ice Mogul (Flemwad) known to man. We were in grave danger of getting in a massive brawl in front of our mother if that fucking guy quick-pitched us one more time. Rice (aka Tin Donkey, Hammy, NickName, Meat) pulled a thumb muscle keeping score. Doom and Gloom were our biggest fans, and they were drinking our bier.

Then something funny happened. A fat kid fell down in the parking lot. But then something else funny happened. We started to hit. Most of us knew, just knew, that we were gonna hit. But yet, with despair setting in and heads a-hangin', there was some question in the minds of even the most faithful of Gorillas. Seven (7) runs in the bottom of the 5th and eight (8) in the 6th, and when the dust settled the Gorillas were champs. The sun shone. A band played. Hearts were light. Men laughed. Children shouted.

It was pretty money.

And as we're shaking hands, these bastards did something that really pissed us off. They were nice. We hate that shit. We had just come from behind in extremely dramatic fashion, and beat their asses. And we were anything but nice whilst doing it. That's how we roll. So the last damn thing we wanted to hear from these guys is a sincere "good game." We like our enemies to be assholes. It makes us hate them, and gives us the fire we need to compete. But u know what? That nice bullshit - "way to hit the ball... great comeback...Etc." - just made us hate them even more. And the blue yummies were that much sweeter.

You probably wonder why it is we despise this "church team" so, and possibly you fear for our eternal souls. Well, we'll tell ya.

• They don't drink at softball games. We can't trust people that don't drink. Hitler didn't drink. Know why? It made him mean.
• Jesus is a shitty co-pilot. Apparently he sucks at giving directions and encourages one to stay in the fast lane driving 10 m.p.h. under the limit and repeatedly checking one's hair in the rear-view. Every time we get behind a mini-van w/ a fish on the bumper we start looking for an embankment to drive into and end the pain.
• The Bible makes no mention of softball, IU basketball, or Pardon The interruption, and makes more false promises than BK in an internet chat room. Where's Harry by Steve Stone is, for our money, a better read.
• Anyone who likes to quick pitch us when they're up 15, throw behind the slowest guy on the team when he's two (2) feet off the bag, bitch and moan about every damn ball/strike call, and then pray on the damn mound after the game is more hypocritical than a pregnant nun. God does not want you to play softball that way, pal.
• We hear they hate puppies and are happy when they die.

All that being said, we think God is kinda money. We're down with His cause. We have an understanding with Him, and He allows us to make blasphemous jokes without being stricken w/ horrible diseases (so far.) We just don't enjoy folks playing softball in His name in a manner we find less-than honorable.

But enough about that. More about us. We're champs. We showed heart. We got home in time to watch the Cubbies earn one of their 12 wins this year in the 18th inning. We're gonna be vying for our 4th straight league victory come Fall League play. Life, for a brief time, is less sucky.

In the Mudville we call home, there is joy.

What's In A Name?

Wait, u mean there are others who watched Bugs Bunny cartoons when they were kids? You mean we are not the only ones who've used the moniker? Get outta here. Other softball teams too? Seriously?

Well shit. We can't have that.

So today we o-fisha-lee announce the change of our name. Due to our deep-rooted German-Catholic heritage, (at least three of us are German and/or Catholic) and our intense love for bier stubes, we are changing the team name, and thus the name of this here blog, to Gashaus Gorillas.

Props to Deezal - sorry... Al - for the rare clever suggestion.