It was a Thursday morning doubleheader down at the Marsh Field of Dreams. Nine players took the field—three runners and six ruckers—ready to swing for the fences.
Game One: The Speedy Sluggers (aka the Runners)
Hammer, Cowbell, and Steve took the mound—or rather, the streets—topless, like they were rounding third at Alex Box Stadium after a walk-off bomb. They ran around downtown Mandeville like it was Omaha and they were chasing a championship. Their shirts? Left in the dugout. Their pride? Bare-chested and glistening. They moved with the urgency of a closing pitcher in the bottom of the ninth—but with slightly more posing for imaginary fans.
Game Two: The Power Hitters (aka the Ruckers)
Balls Deep, Hogs Breath, Shooter, JV, Akbar, and Jose showed up carrying more weight than a bullpen after a double-elimination loss. Slow and steady, they lumbered through town like cleanup hitters with pine tar on their souls. They weren’t going for speed—they were going for impact. Every step was like a well-timed bunt—strategic, gritty, and quietly effective.
Dugout Banter:
The post-game chatter circled around LSU’s miraculous comeback against Arkansas—a bottom-of-the-ninth stunner that had Cowbell fuming like a manager tossed for arguing balls and strikes. True to form, he aired his complaints on a two-minute delay, as if his internal radio broadcast had a lag. But we gave him a full recap anyway—because teammates pick each other up, even when they show up late to the mound visit.
And now Cowbell’s off to Colorado, presumably to cool off in the bullpen of the Rockies—altitude and all. Joining JV with all the other LSU haters!
Final Score:
Speed and strength. Grit and grace. Nine men stepped up to the plate this morning and no one struck out. Whether running shirtless or rucking with purpose, we all played our part. And just like LSU, we rallied as a team.
See y’all in the gloom!
