Rockers,

Finally Fooled By April is settling down. June was perhaps the busiest and hardest month we have ever had in this band, what with the residency, recording, re-recording, playing in NYC and DC and at my high school and of course getting no sleep.

So it's nice to be easing back into old routines again. The past few days the crew at the Somerville rock house has taken to the backyard to resume our relentless pursuit of wiffleball, or in common parlance, woob woob.

Our break from the game has given us renewed purpose and subsequently there have been a few rules changes. First of all, the toilet has been removed from the outfield, so there's no longer the chance to automatically win the game by hitting a swish into the bowl. In it's stead we've strategically placed a grill. So now any ball that lands in, and stays in, the grill ends the contest.

Other additions include the Pete Galea rule. Pete now leaves his windows open and any ball that lands in his room is a dinger. We haven't figured out what happens if it breaks a lamp or something, but I assume that that might be a ground rule double.

We've also had to accomodate our neighbor's giant ladder and patio furniture. This is actually fortunate because it increases the broken leg factor, an important aspect of any serious wiffleball game.

All that's left is to figure out a way to get a weatherproof fridge full of beer behind home plate. How 'bout it science?