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Hey Batter, Batter! Nomadic plans to trounce Apple Rock in our Softball re-match.

by Nomadic Display 7. August 2010 01:17
SoftballThe game is set. The players are ready.

The Nomadicheads are headed to North Carolina to play the Apple Rock Displayers in our 2nd Softball Game.

So now the trophy's fate is in the hands of the select few who stood up and said "What are you crazy? You want me to travel for 10 Hours for a 2 Hour game?

Okay, bring it on!"

The positions were selected. Practice was held. We had wild throws, missed catches, flung bats and realized we had gotten old. The fate of the trophy was not looking that great.

But then it happened, the spark of competition, the need to win and we had to shift positions again. The team started playing like they been for years, with a likeness to Willie Mays it ended our fears.

With new bruises, sore backs and muscles that hadn't been used in years. Our team sets out tomorrow, with the hopes of a company to bring the trophy back home where it belongs.

Good luck to our players...Pat, Lynn, Dave, Hendrik, Abel, Darrin, Dan, Nathan, Lakia, Archie and Kat
Ode to Marie
Apple Rock had called.
They were up for a game.
Nomadic, it seemed,
Was destined for fame.

The “Skirmish” was set.
Marie had a date.
With destiny, the future,
Her tempting of fate.

The first practice was held
On a bright, sunny day.
Marie was ready and
She was anxious to play.

Marie stepped to the plate
And with an energy burst
Swung hard at the ball
And wound up standing on first.

Marie ran on to second
When someone flew out.
The fact she could run
Was never in doubt.

It all happened so quickly
Some might not have seen
How fast Marie ran.
Like a lightning machine.

When the next ball was hit
Marie flew on her feet.
She thought that she’d make third
Without a missing a beat.

She should have been safe.
And safe by a mile!
But there in her path
Stood Jack with a smile.
Marie’s instincts took over
As she began to drop down.
She made the decision
To visit “dirt town”.

But suddenly the horror
Of what Marie had just done
Was evident to all
Who stood there, just stunned.

Marie desperately tried
To slide under the tag.
She hit rocks. She hit pebbles.
She didn’t hit the bag.

She was out by a mile.
Marie’s slide was in vain.
And her leg was in tatters
And in terrible pain.

Her slide had good form.
It was just a bad field.
Her once beautiful leg
Now appeared to be peeled.

It’s taken quite some time
For her pain to subside.
She lost a chunk of her skin,
But not one ounce of pride.

Marie proudly will show you
This scar that will heal.
Just don’t ask to see it
Before a big meal.

Marie’s a true team player-
A tribute to the game.
And for this, Marie’s been inducted
To Nomadic’s Hall of Fame.

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