There is no faux game face when we play our foe.
Both teams' bats and hands made the same sounds last night while our score differed in meaning.
The Tappers won by one as the Cougars wondered aloud why we allowed so many runs. Our clique just did not click.
After a loss, it is tough to sit stationary typing on electronic stationery to give a summary of our summery night.
The real highlight will sadly not be on the highlight reel. We were thrilled with so many Mrs. cheering in the stands, but not so pleased with the misses in the field.
In the early innings our audience was rapt as we rapped hit after hit. Yes, we wanted to take an ax to our fielding acts but it was truly a lack of bases that became the basis for our loss.
After the game, we drank 'ade and brews to aid to our bruise.
Last year, our championship year, the Tappers swept the regular season series. This year, their carrot is our carot-plated challis.
It's a long season and we will find out if they have the mettle to steal our medal.
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