People,

The day you've been waiting for has finally arrived. That's right, the annual 26 Warwick (or 26-Dub as we call it) Wiffleball Season opener was played yesterday afternoon. After almost an hour of fiercely lethargic (even slothful) play, Brendan walked away with the victory. And since it's true that to the victors go the spoils, as he was pulling out of the driveway I pelted his car with three week old turkey cold cuts. Anywho, if you wanna play just come on by. We'll be out there until the end of the summer, or until it snows again, whichever comes first. And believe me when I say that there's plenty of rotten food for everyone...

After that the band headed to the basement, where we've been cooking up a little bit of a surprise. More on that in a few days.....