Sara... Sara.... Sara....

Or is it "Sarah" with an "h?" Ah, who knows...

Thanks goes to the kickballers of Fowl Balls for a great game yesterday evening. Ball Movement thoroughly enjoyed the contest and wishes you well... even you, "Big Hat Guy."

And Neo: The Matrix is everywhere. It is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work... when you go to church... when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.

Seriously, that was an amazing catch at third.

Anyway, y'all gotta admit the Movement put up a hell of a fight, eh? We blame our loss on one thing and one thing only: the ump. If we coulda got a single fair call out of that "Cock" (as in the once-great Fightin' Cocks), we mighta stood a chance. His blindness toward our plight at first base was especially offensive.

Even with the heat and the ump-adversity, we had a lot of fun and ain't that what it's all about? Thanks for the memories, Fowlies.

Sara...