Kickball: Game 2

Boom goes Dynamite.

Game 2 went a lot better than Game 1. We ended up scoring about 11 runs and held our opponents to only two. So we got that going for us, which is nice. We had a new ump for half of it, and she was actually pretty good. Then of course we got the guy from last week and he screwed us over again. Seriously the guy has it out for us. I don't know why, I think it is a vast conspiracy.

I think the best part was the guy on the other team who took it all a little too seriously because we shelled him early on. Always have to love that guy.

Everything went well, even if I did injure myself. Yes, I freaking got a cramp in my leg while running home. Seriously, how sad is that? Maybe I should start working out a little more. Nah.

In other news Betsy pitched a complete game and we had a lot fewer errors in the field.

Next week is memorial day so there is going to be a pick up game instead of a real one. The whole plan is to drink before. I think this will work out great.

Rangers/Sabres: Live

So amazingly I got a call at 10am on Sunday morning asking if I wanted to go to the Sabres/Rangers Game 6. Uh yes I think I would quite enjoy that.

So I slipped on my new Sabres shirt (with the unfortunate buffaslug, seeing as I couldn't find anything with the old school design) and headed to the shitshow that is MSG. I found something out wearing a Sabres shirt in the city: Buffalo people are really friendly. I don't really remember them being that friendly when I lived there. Maybe it was the four years in Boston followed by the four years here in Hell, err NYC, that caused me to be wary of anyone smiling and take that as a sign they want to eat my spleen. Anyways, I talked to more strangers than I have in awhile and went into the game feeling good (with my spleen intact, I think).

Once inside that went away quickly since Rangers fans are bitter new yorkers with a chip on their shoulders. The guy behind me keep yapping about how the Rangers should have won the two games they lost and how the refs are giving the series to the Sabres. Ok fella, sure.

When the game started, I really could notice how crazy the playoffs could get. The energy in the place was awesome, like the soup Nazi was giving away free soup or something. The first period scared the crap out of me though. The Sabres had outplayed the Rangers but were down 1-0. They had to turn it up and take the crowd out of the equation.

Apparently Lindy can read my thoughts (he might be a warlock), and the Sabres came out and had an offensive explosion all over Lundquist's face. That really took the crowd out of it. Except for the fact that the Ranger's seemed to score on every power play, the rest of the game was just as exciting and I finally got to see one of my teams clench a series before my very eyes. I left after I bowed to Chris Drury (he is some sort of god) and to jeers of "Go Ottawa" from the guy behind me.

All in all, a satisfying experience. Bring on Ottawa and their slightly insane goalie.