1:30 PM (90F/32C)
Umps: Traitors
Now that my calluses have disintegrated into my keyboard, we get to the final game of the day. Nomads’ captain Omar Massarweh remained strong and silent about the game, while Neal Zureikat was cordial and sportsmanlike on behalf of his Bling.
Yawn.
At least we have the unveiling of Schwa & Ziggy's picks, exclusively for this game:
Ziggy's Pick: Bling Bling
"Ooh, Bling. I can has shiny stuff, pls?"
Schwa's Pick: Nomads
"They're all red. Are they meat? Can I snack on them?"
Aside from the excitement of our cats' picks, there was some breakin' news involving the Nomads that needed fixin' right quick.
When Traitor Kevin Rowlson, the George Steinbrenner of Amman Softball League, expressed interest in acquiring the services of his former teammate, perennial basher and current Nomad Shukri Saleh, the League had to get to the bottom of these nefarious trickerations.
“I shot that birdie down,” replied Omar Massarweh within seconds. “My #10 is staying put.”
Kevin was too busy backpedaling to the shores of his Evil Emirate to comment. He was last seen trying to steal insulin from diabetics so he could trade it in for this darling orange bracelet that would just totally go with his outfit—er, uniform.
NEWS FLASH: We hear from reliable sources that Kevin is asking female members of his team how long they think it would take for his hair to grow out enough for him to wear a scrunchy on the field. UPDATE: We have been able to confirm that the scrunchy in question is more of a “bow thingy,” and that it is, in fact, orange:
And that’s what you get for trying to steal other teams’ players.
On a happy note for the Bling-It-Ons (Oh, it’s been bloughten), they have been bailed out of umpiring duties. Replied an ecstatic Neal, “[We] appreciate not having to ump. We took a lot of heat last game, literally.”
I hadn’t noticed, but then again, I never do.
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