Why Did The Cougars Cross The Road?

Why did the Cougars cross the road?  To pluck the Chickens, of course.

Every week during the season the Cougars get up with the chickens, shake our tailfeathers and cross 17^th Street ready to strut our stuff with a sunny side up attitude. 

The Cougars/Chicken Shack matchup was the fourth all-time meeting and the first with their new fowl name. 

The name change is quite appropriate because with a 0-3 record against the former Hitmen, each game seems to taste like chicken to the Cougars.  Even with the lopsided record, this rivalry is still everything it is cracked up to be.

As the blog reviewed last week, the Shack is at the top of the pecking order and will remain so after last night.  With a final score of 10-8, the yolk was on the Cougars. 

So now, as usual, we will turn our chicken scratch into a full cock and bull story.

The top of the first inning left us with egg on our face. We made a number of bird brain plays in the field. But we didn’t brood about the errors; we know our hands are finger lickin’ good.  Our hatched plan finally worked and we proved it in the next couple innings by holding the Shackers scoreless.

In the middle innings, our chicken fingers tightly gripped the drumsticks and we beat the ball to the chicken wire in left field.  With aggressive baserunning, the Cougars scored and grabbed some chicken breast by repeatedly getting to second base.

In the end though, the Cougars were not able to make chicken salad from chicken poop and were the ones to lay an egg.  We looked like a farm team out there at times.

As always, the Cougar coop had their share of highlights. 

• Our spring chicken, Boomer, once again ruled the roost.  He is now 9 for 9 on the season and he has ended the chicken and egg debate.  Boom undoubtedly comes first.

• There is a Japanese proverb that states, “It is better to be the head of a chicken than the rear end of an ox.”  The Cougars agree with this wisdom because the Chickens’ heads were staring at the rear end of JOx all game.  Although it seems that he dashes around the bases like a chicken with its head cut off, he is no dumb cluck.  Jeremy is cock sure on how to get to home plate. 

• Diamond Dave is our tough old bird and his hard-boiled focus can be seen on the mound and at the plate.  The Dean of Bean scrambled the Shack bats and had them looking cock-eyed with his stellar pitching while he beat the ball like a cracked egg at the dish.  He and Barb then stuck their necks out for both squads and hosted a top-notch gathering at the best nest in Wilmette.

It was such an exciting game and having so many fans at the game on a glorious night made the match that much better. 

In fact, there was quite a hen party in the stands.  We had so many wives cheering behind our bench that it made me wonder if the Hot Chicks are really Cougars?  Hmm.

The next game against the Game is in two months. Now, we all know not to count your chickens before they hatch, but mother hen says to bet the nest egg on the big cats.  Then the Cougars will truly have something to crow about.