SO I’LL EXPLAIN

Twice a week for the last month and a half I’ve been practicing with this young startup franchise the “Mustard Seeds”. Formed by Rebecca’s brother Colby, and joined by a small force of mustached young misfits, together we take to a genuine baseball diamond for the first time tomorrow replete with dreams of baseball glory. For us to succeed it would really be a rags to riches tale, for many of us are out of shape deskjockies trying to rekindle a love of the game that should have never waned. Our opponents, on the other hand, drink folgers instead of fairtrade and get their meat from the woods. Three games will be held early morning to determine our seeding in the single day tournament, and then the hour long games will continue until a victor is made known later in the evening. One of our first rivals of the day will be the “College Station Ninjas” who will most likely prove to be formidable foes. The word on the wire is that the CSNs are actually the Texas A&M baseball team looking for some practice. But we’re ready, and unlike their prideful hearts…. we have hearts of champions.