So Pitch, Please, we love you. Especially you Roy. Huge props for getting thrown out of Gibson for pressing your naked butt cheeks against the glass door. That made my night.
This week, we face off against long time frenemies and ANOTHER sister team: Pitches be Trippin! Imitation is the most sincere form of flattery, so we were touched when they printed trucker hats to be cool like us last season right before bouncing us unceremoniously out of the playoffs. Tonight we clash in a most epic battle of custom fun rules: NO bunting, NO dudes pitching, and reverse base running for the duration of the game. Oh and were all wearing tutus and tiaras (and tights and mustaches). It's almost just too much fun to handle for a 6:45 game, so we'll be taking it to Gibson shortly after to get our Bingo on and sip some Bacardi.
Not Purple's best season in the standings, but nobody out funs us. NOBODY. Here's to getting weird tonight, I'll see you on the field!