People,

So last night was the final interoffice softball game of the season...and man did it lick balls. We were in the "playoffs" and were slotted to play the dreaded Psychology sqaud. Psychology is a dreaded team not because they are particularly good, but because they take what should be a fun relaxed game and make it as serious as trench warfare in Somalia.

Seriously, these guys were rough. They all wore batting gloves. They yelled at each other for not making plays. They yelled at each other for not tagging up (tagging up, in a frigging softball game!). They yelled at us when we asserted that somebody might be safe. They did a lot of yelling.

They also did a lot of scoring. And scoring. And scoring. By the fourth inning (of 7) it was 25-1, yet they would not let up. In Brendo Frendo's words, it was like "dudes. dudes?" I mean c'mon, assbags, you won already. There's no need to try and stretch a double into a triple when you're that far ahead. It's just bad form.

Anywho, we decided we hope they all get cancer and die. (Ed. Note - Joe was the only one who decided this, and he later regretted it and took it back. Cancer is bad)

After the game we went and had some drinks and celebrated an otherwise really fun season. Here's to you, team, it was a fun year...