I believe ECK is outta town, so I will fill in and give you the ABCs of last week’s ToGro game.

Amazing work was done all over the place by the Squids.  Before the game even started, you knew it was going to be hot.   CHUNSLIN had the clamp-down on many a play at 1B.  Dare I mention the mis-called play at the plate involving yours truly?  ECK managed a sweet virtual double play while at 2B, which ultimately won her the gameball.  Fellers got to try out the brand new Squidbat, a sleek black Louisville Slugger Chicago-model.  Gaggles of Squidfans made the trek out to ToGro.  Hailing down on the Pub Crawlers wast the mighty Squid power.  I‘ve never seen a more dumbfounded team.  Just think of their faces, mouths agape and eyes glazed-over!  Kids and grown-ups both knew what it was to be Squidliminated that day.  Let me be the first to congratulate all Squids on a most righteous victory.  Many have indeed attempted, and all have fallen in the wake of Squidxecution.  Next came Black Thorn for the usual free pitcher.  Oh yeah!  Pizza, too, of course.  Quickly was it devoured, and Squids and Squidfans present decided to move on.  Realizing the night was dwindling fast and no singing had yet taken place, karaoke seemed the next logical stop.  Skedaddling to Maplewood and the Tex-Mex karaoke stylings of El Scorcho was the order given.  Talayna’s may have spoiled me.  Underrepresented were essentially all artists in the book.  Video screens smaller than 10″ should never be used for karaoke, by the way.  When it got late, the selections dwindled even more.  X-rated versions of Bob Dylan songs ought be disallowed, that’s for sure.  You can bet I’ll be back at Talayna’s next time I seek a post-Squidgame (or other) karaoke fix.  Zapped the competition once again, though, Squids–good show all around.

PANCAKE MASTER – #88