Well boys and girls we'll do our lone actual writeup for the year.....it's a long read. You know, the ONE ABOUT WHERE WE WON THE WHOLE DAMN THING!!!! We only post things on the 20th of every second month now apparently, and also we won 20 games when it was all said and done. Weird.

The FMBA playoffs. Or as we have come to know it: Groundhog Day, with each season bringing us new and inventive ways to kill ourselves until the end of time. Until 2017.

We got locked up with the Horns in Round 1. We were short so many guys when this started that 44 year old Skip had to catch two games. Horn vet Craig Joyce gets the quote of the millenium, "If you can't win with who you got, you don't deserve to win". He was right. We won two games in extras, both of which we blew the lead in the 7th. Some serious gut checks though as we kept cool, coming right back swinging in the 8th.

This brought us to the defending champion DBacks in Round 2. "To be the champs you gotta beat the champs". After losing game 1, someone needed to step up. Well how about a couple of Ontario legends with Sid the kid throwing a gem to keep us in it, and Professor Xavier Hersch knocking in the winning run walk-off styles. This got us to Game 3. We started the only guy on our team who has won an FMBA title this decade in Kaleb. He was DIALED IN. We were up 8-0 until they decided to make it interesting in the 7th, and we held on 8-5.

So the finals. Yup, the Cards made it. And we faced the only team in the FMBA hotter than us in the Dukes. THEY HIT GOOD. They also have some awesome signs from their fans by the way, mostly involving sexual innuendos. We knew it would be a battle since they won the season series against us. Game 1 Nelly decided to throw his annual one good game, getting us to Championship Saturday.

Now I'm not saying anything about where our focus was before Game 2. But doing Go-Pro interviews before the god damn game had started was probably not the best thing for our starting pitcher to be doing (I still love you Sid). The Dukes are a bunch of battling beauties, they came out and absolutely torched any Card pitcher, fan or parent who threw a ball. Like I have never seen anything like it. 24-20 folks as we kept right up swinging with em,but just ran out of gas at the end. This actually happened. 

So Game 3. Peter Werth if ya need him. He was slicing and dicing like the guy who sells Slapchops. That is, until he dislocated his ankle on the 1st base lip while covering 1st. So we brought in 35 year old Nelly, who was running off the fumes of 60% Red Bull, 40% Coors Banquet. Score is 4-3. Bottom 7, runner on 2, 2 out. Bad-hop on a grounder to Fallsy brings the tying run to third. No worries, we got the next guy to pop up, and we started to party on the field like it was 1999. CATCHER'S INTERFERENCE was called though (It was the right call and no it was not Pierre). I can't make this stuff up. Do-Over!

We k'd the next guy though, and partied all damn night. So many things to say, so many great players and people to thank. But this was all about winning it for the man who we all love, who you all love, and who if not for him this great league would have long since folded: GLEN HANSEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What an awesome day, and I will never forget it.

Off-season time.