We couldn't get to first base, there being no base to get to. With Coach Emeritus and Acting Kitman Larry marked absent things looked bleak as Beckett for Vladimir, Estragon and Pozzo Tecumseh as they gazed across the duck pond into a chill Nor'wester. Blowing in from the East, to brighten everyone's evening was Jen, however, who is a slender shadow of her former, no less delectable self. Fear not, she is not recovering from a serious illness, but is merely a little malnourished. Lawyers are treated more appropriately in Moscow, it seems. We were also blessed by a quartet of newbies whose names I will now misspell without a thought to the consequences. Kirsten is blonde and athletic.
Danielle is dark and athletic.
Marc is sandy-haired and laid-back.
Paul is dark and tenacious.
They all appeared rather more expert than the Tecumseh regulars by the end of practise.
I can reveal that the correct pronunciation of "Sion Tammes" is, prosaically, Sion Tammes. Our brand new international man of mystery also made a guest appearance and revealed the sorry truth about his forename, before wowing us with both glove and stick.
Thanks to all who attended, particularly those new teammates who made it a worthwhile exercise.
No schedule as yet, but there's a good chance that the first game will be on my 35th birthday, so don't forget the presents.
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