God's Own Electric Circus

Phase III

Despite the bitter cold that would have kept most of the bravest souls at home, these proud and dedicated Stratford Ball Players trudged forward... Hands frozen numb, eyes frosted open, noses running down their stoney faces, they gritted their teeth in determination.

The practices brave participants consisted of Nic, Rob, Dwaine, and myself, plus a special guest called up from one of our AAA teams. Yes Thomas, made the trek all the way from Souris (which is still buried under 10ft of snow by the way). He valiantly battled his way through fierce storms, 15ft swells and sea monsters to try out for our team. We are still in negotiations, but things are looking good for us to fill that gap in the outfield.

Tomorrow hopefully I will be able to post some of our team pictures from Phase II of our training. If you read this Matt, please contact me ASAP re this matter.

Attention all Stratford Players, if you haven't received an email concerning the Stratford Ball Players Association secure websites, please contact me at once. If you wish to apply to play for the Stratford Ball Club contact me as well.

A tentative roster has been posted on the Team Message Board please be advised.

...This just in, Thomas Godfrey has been signed to play outfield for the Stratford Ball Club... 0 comments

Baseball Hooligans

Today on this beautiful day, five brave young souls took to defiling the Bunbury Ball Diamond. Yes it was Phase Two of our Shock and Awe campaign. This time our all-star group was composed of Andrew "Toothless" Thompson, Nic "The Whip" White, Dwaine "Bulldog" Bulger, Matt "The Lincher" Ling and I, Chuck "Bone Breaker" Beaton. Notably missing was our super-star pitcher Rob "The Pooh Bear" MacMillan...

Today was by far the best practice, as it was the first one on grass in a diamond. The weather was beautiful, the air clean and crisp with a salty aftertaste and a hint of oregano...

As the infield was a deceptive deathtrap of sink-sand, we played in the outfield which was moderately soggy, yet playable. As the exact details of the practice are kept secret. I will only go as far to say that close to 50 exposures were taken in an effort to document our strengths and uhh... strengths. Most of the pictures ended up being taken of pure old school buffoonery. They will be appearing here by Saturday at the latest so stay tuned... Viewer discretion is advised as certain shots do contain nudity...

I am now sporting a busted blister below my pinky finger on my left hand, any typing aggravates it thus causing me some great discomfort. But even this pain doesn't diminish the satisfaction of a great day at the diamond. More to come...

The Stratford Rec Room site is still in it's production stage. When complete, logins and passwords will be securely wired to all authorized individuals.

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Well I'm on a 12 hour shift today. Which wouldn't be so bad normally, but since this one runs 8pm to 8am, I'll be breaking new ground in eye ball exhaustion. Right now I'm listening to Radio Head and Pearl Jam and drinking Tim's English Toffee. These things alone are repelling the early morning madness. Poor Jane is also along for the 12 hour ride tonight, but she's a super trooper who's well used to these ungodly hours.

Last night was BMW M5 Test Drive #2. We (Squish, GuestX and I) finally beat the beast up to a record speed of 230km/hr along a well lit (by our xenon lamps) winding stretch of rural pavement. We maxed out right before going over a slight hill, and temporarily lost all traction as the gracefull sedan went airborne. And for a moment we were soaring through the night fog on a wingless metal bird... Then after mocking several inferior machines during high speed passes, and some all out rubber melting power slides we dropped off GuestX and went on the odyssey that was refilling the gas tank. With a super automated car like the M5, where no ordinary function doesn't have a switch or lever, you would assume that the fuel tank cover had one as well. So there we sat, parked at the Winsloe gas station, in a 110 thousand dollar car surrounded by the Winsloe yokels. At 11:00 o'clock two hoodlums parked with the lights on as they desperately search for the gas cap release in a car which obviously was stolen a short while ago. Franticly grasping and reaching around in a vain attempt. Being paranoid I suggested relocating to a less populated area to continue the search. Finally after at least 20 mins and increasing anxiety, Squish discovered that the way to open the damn thing was simply by pressing on the near side.... But I mean who'd of guessed?

After that adventure I took a cab to the party for about 5 mins. then leaving (sober), and going to Myrons (sober). Where I stood around (looking sober and acting sober), until closing time when I decided to make my way home. As punishment for my sobriety the good Judge recommended a regiment of forced exercise, so I walked home...The last time I did that same walk I was drunk and it didn't seem as long... But that's always the case.

Time for the drunk rating...
#1-Matt
#2-Rob
#3-Steph
#4-Andrew....
Unlisted--Chuck :'(

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