He’s a trooper

I’ve got to hand it to ol’ Phil. He’s a trooper. He came over to watch LOST with me last night, but unfortunately he came over way too early. So instead of looking around kicking the dirt, trying to avoid eye-contact with one another I suggested that we play video game baseball. He agreed and we were off. It’s been weeks since we’ve played that game, possibly the last time we played was during the New Year’s incident. Everything started out normal, a few scoreless innings between the two of us, some stout double plays, but somewhere between the virtual pitcher’s mound and the pixelated foul line, something went horribly wrong for Phil. Maybe it all started when the ball landed on his outfielder’s head, allowing my guy to proceed to third base. Or maybe it was the fact that, Phil’s outfielder was slower than a fat man getting out of bed after his first workout for the new year. I dunno, maybe. Or maybe I was just on fire, but every other pitch that Phil threw ended with a crack–Homerun! Whack–RBI! Homerun! Homerun!
Homerun! Homerun!
Homerun!

Homerun!

Homerun!

Homerun!
Until the next thing I knew I had hit 11 homeruns for a total of 22 points! ha! It was grand. What would have made it even more wonderful was if I would’ve completely skunked Phil, but sadly he hit two homers in the bottom of the 8th. The final score was 22 - 2, my Cubbies leading the whole way. I got on base 28 times compared to Phil’s 5. Sammy Sosa hit 4 home runs without even trying! I also was able to steal all the bases (from 1st to home) TWICE b/c Phil’s pitcher got stuck in some weird mode and Phil couldn’t get him unstuck…too funny! All in all I’m sure we both had fun and there were no ill feelings directed towards me at the end of the night. I appreciated his perseverance, even if it was misguided.

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