BSQUAD SORT OF REMEMBERS MISSING COLLEAGUES

Let me tell you a story:

A guy in an Orange Shirt comes up to Mike Black after a few innings of play and Mike is pretty excited because it is Steve Wein! Mike reflects that Wein hasn't shown up to a game in a while, so they fall in to chatting. He's glad Wein showed up, since we're short guys and while we are all excited to see “Fing” Meadows, he is in his street clothes if you know what I mean. And his kid is still too little to play. Mike's been holding up half the outfield and if these guys ever figure out how to get the ball to him, he's doomed. Wein represents both softball support and company out in the right area of the outfield.

Then, after they've been chatting for a while, Wein says to Mike, “How are you guys doing tonight?”

Mike suddenly realizes that this guy probably isn't Steve Wein. The Wein impersonator or as he's become known around Marshall Terrace “The Wein-Poster” made several really obvious mistakes:

1)He asked: How are YOU GUYS doing, not how are WE doing.
2)He asked about the status of the game which is like asking what the weather is like when you are in the rain
3)He was wearing an Orange Wells Fargo/Tony Jaros shirt.

So we played on for another inning until Brad showed up and then we had the magic number ten and Mike got a little help in the outfield, allowing him to do some daydreaming. He imagined what Steve Wein might look like.

Yes, we all miss the days of the batting sequence: “Black Burrell Wein.” But no one feels it is important enough to change their name and/or take up Wein as a nickname. So we'll leave that slot for the eventual grand return of our softball colleague from yesteryear.

Let me tell you another story:

The Wells Fargo guys called me to get our logo so they could put it on the menu over at Tony Jaros. I guess they were going to have a sandwich for every team that plays softball on Wednesday nights. There was a heated discussion about exactly what kind of sandwich we'd be comfortable loaning our graphic design talents to. The winning entry: “Turkey on Shit Sandwich.”

Still another story:

George became his own George tonight. As he noted, he is a great source for George Moments. He then locked that down in a short but forceful monologue that while I can't duplicate the sheer art of his commentary, I can simply provide you my bar notes: “Penn & Teller Get Killed ---> Everyone must see this movie.” He then started shouting that Malibar was a “Cat Stevens Completest.”

Final story:

Malibar was more that Cat. He was the Birthday Cat. Keith celebrated his brother's arrival to the planet (again) by hitting a home run and then another home run. Keith must be taking some of those pills or something. He hit the ball a nautical mile. It was still going up when it passed the Right Fielder's location. As he crossed the plate he turned to his little brother, looked him in the eyes and said:

her heart is beating like a drum
cause at last he's got this girl at home
relax baby, now were on our own
wooooo

I've never really understood those Anderson brothers. But I understand this: Keith gets the cape and Malibar gets the cake. And those of you that missed this game missed one of the best...a real side-splitter. Wish you were here, especially you Wien!



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BRICK