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Thanks Haggs…..

Posted: March 6, 2011 in Behind the Scenes, Haggs
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Haggs sent me a text this week on how to get ahold of Fielder, Gantt, Jackson, and Lee.  I found Jackson on my own…I called the contact phone number I had for him back in 1992 (I wrote them in at the front of our Team scorebook)…….and his Mom picked up the phone!  Wiley’s in NYC and I’m sure will find a way to be at the bash. 

Then, TODAY I got home and checked the Blog and we heard from both Fielder and Gantt…AHHH!!!………They both made comments on the blog so I’m looking forward to getting in touch with them.  Oh, and by the way…Haggs told me they could all be found on Facebook.  Thanks Haggs…….

I haven’t found Garrett yet but it’s just a matter of time.  If any of you are in contact with him…send him the link to this Blog and advise him to comment….that way we will have his email address.

Alot of you are wondering why I am spending so much time ranting and raving about the 1990 Team.  That’s because those guys were the TRAILBLAZERS for this whole thing.  That Team played all 22 games on the road that season.  Those guys started most of the rivalries….and were the original players who introduced the 20th district to “How We Roll.”   Some of the greatest dogfights ever played went down with that Team.  I will never forget the effort those guys put forth…and I think most of you will get a kick out of hearing about the shit we did that year!  It was CLASSIC!!

I will try to move through our History chronologically.  I may jump ahead in some spots….but I want to give TOTAL PROPS to the 1990 squad!!  What they did that season shall NEVER be forgotten!! 

I have a lot to write, and I’m excited about writing it.  I keep a list with me now and when a story idea comes up I write it on that list so I don’t forget.  We have over 30 posts so far on the Blog here.  I looked at my list Today and counted…I have AT LEAST 80 more to write.  And I’m sure I will remember more as time goes on….

PLEASE make yourself available in case I need to INTERVIEW you about something.  We can do an interview by phone or email.  I plan on doing feature stories on every single guy who we are inviting to this reunion…..

Keep in mind that not all the guys who wore our uniform are WORTHY of The Reunion.  Just the True, Loyal Warriors of this Ballclub who bled Verdugo.  Hank, Weapon, BullOxen, General, and myself are the five-member “Review Board.”  We came up with an original list of who we want to invite and we will pretty much stick to that list.  We’re all excited…and when we do it…we will DO IT RIGHT….VERDUGO STYLE. 

Thanks again Haggs….

Hopefully more of you will make some comments on the Blog soon.  We are closing in on 1000 hits already!!!!!!!!!  What are you guys gonna do when this thing goes “viral?”

Fat Bitch Gets His Bra Knocked Off…Twice!! (Part One)

Posted: February 10, 2011 in "B", 1992, BullOxen, Haggs, Rags/Trash Talk, Yves
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I never liked this kid the moment I first saw his fat lazy ass.  Of course I dislike anyone wearing a different uniform than ours, but there was a special annoyance I had with this overweight slob.  I REALLY became annoyed with him when he beat us in 1990 with a 75 mile an hour fastball.  In fact, ALL HE HAD was a “fastball.”   I couldn’t believe he beat us, and our guys couldn’t believe it either.  All I know is we wanted another shot at him.  We had to wait two long summers before we faced him again, but it was well worth the wait, and not only did we get another shot at him…we got TWO!!!

You guys on the 1990 Team know who I’m talking about.  The fat slob from the Sun Valley team with the crewcut.  If you would have put a set of white and red checkered overalls on this guy…the Bob’s Big Boy mascot would have been out of a job.  What a sweathog!!  This may be the first guy I’ve seen who sweated from his eyes and ears and fingernails!! (maybe even his teeth, too).   And to top it all off…he actually thought he was good.  I don’t know how the hell this slovenly mongrel beat us that year in 1990…but he did.  I’m still fucking pissed that cheesedick beat us………

The problem was when we faced him two seasons later he had gained about 60 more pounds.  And he was throwing about 94 mph.  He now actually had a “fastball.”  And he had just finished a season of Junior College ball where he actually did pretty well.  I mean this Fat Bitch was bringing’ it.  I saw him in the bullpen throwing peas….he was all geared up.  I didn’t care how fucking hard he was throwing…I knew we were ready for whatever he came at us with.  I mean, this guy had like TWO pitches he threw…hard and HARDER.  Looking back, I thank God they didn’t sell Red Bull back in 1992, cause this guy was ready to blow a frickin’ head gasket.   And since he beat us in 1990…he figured this game was going to be just a walk in the park.   

This was a big game.  The playoff picture was starting to emerge and we were right in the thick of it.  We came into that game 12-2 and had just SWEPT the Glendale team on 4th of July, effectively knocking them out of the playoff picture.  So it was basically down to us and Sun Valley for a playoff spot.  Some of the other coaches around the league (including Fat Jody) had come to watch the game that Sunday night.   When Sun Valley opened up a 5-0 lead…I guess all of the coaches had seen enough.  They all went home.  It was the top of the second inning and once again….everybody wrote us off.  I guess they thought that all this early-season hype about that team from Verdugo Hills was just a bunch of B.S………well, I would have PAID good money to see the look on the faces of all of those bitches when they opened up the L.A  Times Sports section Monday morning and learned we had come back to win 11-10.  Not only did we win…but ANOTHER rivalry had started.  

Fat Bitch was bringin’ it pretty good that night.  But BullOxen hit a seed in the bottom of the first that the left fielder somehow grabbed to end the inning.  Fat Bitch did a little double-take after that bullet…and I heard one of the guys in our dugout say something like “there’s gonna be plenty of that tonight fat ass” as he was walking back to his dugout.  We rolled a five on him the next inning.  Now guys in our dugout were starting to say to him stuff like “nice tits.”   Hagee hit a frickin’ seed that whistled past his little crew-cut.  Then he DOSED Yves with a pitch…trying to instill a little fear in us.  It didn’t matter….we hit bullets off of him all night.  He was getting a whiplashed out there.  Finally someone said…”pick up your bra, bitch.”……..we were calling him “Chuck and duck”……….it was brutal the shit we said.  And we were lovin’ every minute of it…..

Cowsill lead off the seventh with another shot up the left-center gap…and Hagee knocked ‘ol fat-ass out of the game with another screaming whistler right past his fat noggin.  As their manager went out to pull his beat-like-a-dog-ass out of the game we were all (except me of course) just jawing at their coach who looked like a fat walrus himself.  He was so pissed that right there in front of about 300 people he looks into our dugout from the mound and acts like he’s holding it and jacking-off as if to say to us…”fuck you.”

Wiley Jackson was quick to say to him after his little gesture……….”Hey two-five need some soap?”

That comment brought the house down. They were done. We were totally in all of their heads.  Fat Bitch had to make the walk of shame into right field after we had totally lit him up and walrus had pulled him from the game.  He had to walk right past Hagee who was standing on first.  And Hagge was jawing at him all the way.  The ump had to intervene.  That may have been the hardest that fat-bitch had been hit his whole life…………at least until about 10 days later, when we hit him even HARDER and knocked him out again.

They kept trying to come at us but ran themselves out of both the eight and ninth innings….and we held on to win.  All in all….we torched him for 10 runs in six innings.  And he only struck out one guy.  But the damage was done when we kept hitting shot after shot RIGHT AT one of their guys on defense……..that was what had really demoralized him.  Of course…….after the game he was already saying shit like “we’ll see you in 10 days.”  And sure enough……..he did.  This was only the first time he got his bra knocked off………….I can’t wait to tell you about the SECOND time we did it to him.