Monday, May 23, 2011

The Woodpocalypse & The Secret of The Rapture’s Plight

Set against the backdrop of a young boy’s dream of successfully completing the first ever quadruple crow hop in baseball history


May 21st, 2011 - End of Days

Game 1 - Wood 10, Grays 6

Game 2 - Grays Infinity, Wood 7

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First off, some of the reviews…

“First sports recap ever read that has the team’s manager blowing a mythical deity; I still can‘t sleep at night…” - Frank Slappydoodle, rotten cauliflower.com

“That John Lanahan is one hot piece of ass…” - Sebastian Glasscock, naked man masturbating in the bushes near third base


In Christian eschatology, the Rapture is a reference to the being caught up referred to in the Biblical passage 1 , when in the End Times the Christians of the world will be gathered together in the air to meet Jesus Christ.

In Mattiassi eschatology, the Rapture is set to begin at dawn, exactly one week after the divine crow-hopping prophet is spotted on or near a sloppy witch tittie pitching mound. This iconic deity shall possess a bucket, a girlfriend who is clearly out of his league, and the unskillful ability to throw from shortstop to first base in under three bounces.

Exactly one week prior, Brandon “To see the anal scenes on the disc, you have to watch both” Sides, went up to the newly discovered clairvoyant unaware of his divine power, as the immortal was tossing an old shoe into a fence using only his privates.

“My name is Brandon Maximus Decimus “cold slaw and potato skins are my favorite,” Sides-Meridius,” he shouted at the hobbledehoy. (Yes I took my wife’s name as well, all the hip guys are going hyphenated). I am Commander of the Armies of the Wood, General of the Woodette Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Mac and SFNaba. Father to a murdered Louisville Slugger, husband to a murdered Superstars Baseball Club. And I will have my SfNaba title, in this life or the next."

As a smirking Sides awaited an answer, the awkward ball-tosser began to rise from his crouch, and for the first time Sides came to the startling realization that he may have made a dreadful mistake. All of a sudden he felt the same alarming, bone-chilling goose bumps he had felt years prior when Dmitry, an attractive Greek man had placed his soft hands on his thigh, after a night of heavy binge drinking in Mykonos. That night he drank a little too much Absinthe and had mistakenly accepted an invitation to “Go Greek,” with the Greek lad. At the time Sides was desperately trying to fit into the culture, and didn’t realize that “going Greek,” actually meant being sodomized more than Clay Aiken at an End of Days party in the Castro, and not joining a fraternity like it did back in the states.

Sides stood there in amazement as the great beast took form resembling something that would result nine months later from an orgy of all four horsemen of the apocalypse having sex with one another, or with Rosie O’Donnell, one of the two .

The celestial being spoke for the first time:

“Tovani will soon derail and delayed he will come,

There will be a dreadful destruction of Wood,

Suddenly vengeance will be revealed when the batter will grow weary of Adam’s at­-bat,

A great man will comically contract a great stain of mustard on his baseball pants when the comet will pass.

His disdain finally through the bloody collision at first,

The great hairy beast will gnash its teeth a ball hurdled,

Into the abyss he will run discombobulated toward due South, far from the catapulted ball,

The Italian and angry one will make him repent of it, as a foul ball falls to pass near home.”


“If you remove the sock from my privates, and embrace me as your God, I will spare you and your Wood members from a monumental shellacking at next week’s raptor. I will also bless your players with three spectacular plays in the field, a good pitching effort, and a hell of a day at the plate for the Ted Williams-like one you call G-whore.”

“You mean G-Horse,” Sides corrected.

“Yes, that’s the one,” the brute responded, disinterested.

“And if I do not do as you wish?” Sides inquired.

“If you do not,” the ghastly monster responded, “your team will embarrassingly fall, and more dreadfully, you will encounter the wrath of the raptor.”

You mean the rapture; you keep calling it the raptor,” Sides again corrected.

“Nope, pretty sure it is raptor.”

“Don’t think so - its rapture, look it up.”

“Well it seems like raptor. I always think they’re saying raptor when they say it though.”

The great being and Sides stood there for a brief moment peering deep into each other’s souls as two destined spirits exchanged eternal energies and saw an eternity of reincarnated lifetimes evanescently flash before them.

And in the most dedicated fashion, a confident and prideful Sides, who would do any amount of selfless sacrifice for his team’s success, removed the beast’s sock in hopes that Wood will become victorious and spared from the raptor. And from that moment on, a legend was born.

Wait just a second Sides, I said all you had to do was remove the sock, not…”

And now to the write up…

San Francisco, Ca - In front of a blissful collection of fans comprising of homeless, passerby alcoholics, and cherished Woodettes, Wood split a pair of games to the formidable Grays Saturday afternoon.

Game one appeared much more favorable for Wood as they struck early and often, getting to Gray’s starter Mac Clonan, in what may have been his last start in a Gray’s uniform. A long first inning involving a handful of walks put Wood on the board, and a third inning rally highlighted by a key Adam Fong RBI single would set the tone for the rest of the game.

Steve McDevitt would start on the mound for Wood, and kept Gray bats at bay for the most part, allowing two runs through his first five innings of work. One of the runs happened to be yet another surrendered round tripper which landed somewhere between the see-saw and slide on a children’s playground, but luckily it was a solo shot, and not a grand slam like last time. He grew tired in the sixth, but not before allowing a couple more runs to score, and Ely Alexander came in and mopped up the Gray’s in a spectacular relief performance to close things out.

The play of the game, to the raptor’s dismay came when a diving Dave Aubuchon made a spectacular catch down the left field line in foul territory, but what can I say about the catch that Dave hasn’t said already? Ryan Tovani also had a great grab in right field late in the game, and Frank Bauch had a dazzling snag at first which saved at least a run in the ninth. Bauch also had a couple of key hits on the day as well, I’ll have you know. Dan Deane also played a tremendous center field, making at least eight put outs on the day.

Even though Wood avoided the Rapture, players weren’t immune to its wrath. In the last half of the game, a ball was popped up towards Wood’s dugout, and spry catcher Jevon Mattiassi came over to field the ball. In an effort to inform his respected catcher he had room to make the play, coach Sides yelled, “You have room Jevon,” to avoid a collision with the fence. Jevon dropped the ball, then proceeded to tell Sides to F-off.

“What the heck did I do,” a perplexed Sides inquired.

Afterwards both men embraced and knew that it was just some after effects of the rapture.

MVP: Brandon Sides

Brandon’s skillful coaching effort secured the win for the team. Hats off. Well done. It should be noted that Wood star Matt Moyer back from Spain, provided some pop at the plate and some great defensive plays as well.

On a related side note…

As determined in a post game celebration at Final Final, Jevon awarded Adam Fong the award for his key single in the game, but then forced McDevitt to down his freshly poured Sierra Nevada which he disappointedly spilled down the front of his shirt.

LVP: Ryan Tovani

It wasn’t necessarily the fact that Tovani endured a flat tire attempting to get to the game, but more so the fact that he was in Stockton of all places at the time.

Game two was a completely different story, as Wood looked like a team of circus clowns held in a pen against their will. Balls were dropped, runners were picked off, and Gray’s bats put on a Pujols-esk hitting display in monumental fashion. It was the first baseball game where the official scorer needed an abacus, a TI-92 calculator and six Harvard graduates just to keep track of the carnage. In the sixth inning the scorebook looked more like a choose your own adventure novel than a box score.

“If you want to see a Gray’s player hit a ball to Coit Tower, go to page five column three, if you want to see a player with mustard on his pants, look to column six with a lot of filled-in diamonds, …”

Wood lost the game 23-7.

MVP: Grant Bledsoe / Will Tong

“G-Horse” thrived in both games, collecting multiple hits for a second straight game, however Will played a great overall game, and took a helmet to the jugular and lived to tell the tale. Wow.

LVP: Jevon Mattiassi

On what became a routine for Gray’s hitters, a ball was blasted deep into left field, well over the (un)out-reached glove of Mattiassi. Instead of sprinting for the ball, he took a casual detour towards center field and centerfielder Dan Deane had to sprint all the way across the outfield to retrieve the ball. It is sort of what I’d imagine an outfielder looking like if all players were powered by batteries and the player’s juice ran out mid play…

1st place Wood will face their biggest challenge yet in two weeks when they square off against the Isotopes. Great seats are still available.

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Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Dancing With The Devil

DIABLOS 11, WOOD 6









May 7th, 2011

Hell, center of the Earth, Longitude and Latitude Line 0, depth: 1 million feet - Throughout the course of history, teams have traditionally had one team they couldn’t beat. For a long time the Red Sox had the Yankees. The Bills had whatever team faced them in the Superbowl from the NFC. Rhianna had Chris Brown. William Hung, Simon Cowell.

Wood’s insidious enemy and thorn in their jock straps? The Devil.


I guess it could be worse, I mean… actually, no it can’t. It’s the freakin’ devil; the satanic ruler of darkness, god of the underworld, and now, pillager of Wood victories.


Eager to avenge last week’s plundering, Wood squared off once again against The Diablos amidst a sandstorm at Moscone Field in San Francisco Saturday afternoon, but failed for the second time in as many tries. The game had several lead changes, great hitting, a great fan turn out, and bats meeting their violent, murderous demise.





Big John Lanahan took the mound and mowed, plowed, and rusty tromboned * Diablo hitters through three innings, but ran out of a steam in the fourth with Wood down 2-0. He pitched well, but fell behind hitters which ultimately led to a high pitch count. The only hit he really gave up was a run scoring triple to the number nine hitter.

He was previously 0 for his last 38 at-bats.

* sorry I got my gangbang.net blog post mixed up with Wood blog, but it seems to dually work

On a positive note, Wood bats seemed to come alive like a thirteen year-old hiding in the closet after discovering his Dad’s playboy collection, as they were able to overcome the early deficit to take a mid-game 3-2 lead, however once again it was Wood’s arms that let them down. Brandon “Yes I know she beat him senseless with a hatchet, a rubber dildo and bayonet but every story has two” Sides took the reins from Lanahan and initially pitched well, but he too ran into problems as The Diablos once again showed they are a great hitting squad. Before too much damage could be done, he confidentially handed things off to Steve McDevitt, expecting him to bail him out of the jam, but instead McDevitt did nothing of the sort, allowing the inherited runners to score while also adding to his “hit batsmen” statistical category.

In desperate need of an out with a runner on second base, McDevitt plunked the number seven hitter/devil worshiper on a 1-0 count. Instead of the batter turning and taking the shot in the back, this savage turned and took it Happy Gilmore style; right in the chest. Then instead of writhing in pain, like every normal wussy human would do after getting hit with a baseball right in the sternum, the barbaric did a diabolic Keyser Soze-like stroll down to first; the whole time furiously staring down McDevitt as a blistering rage of disdain erupted deep in his soul and smoke came billowing out of his ears. Somewhere during this demonic display, the immortal, turned volcanic caldera slammed his bat into the ground, blasting the thing into smithereens. Women and children were quickly rushed to safety as the heated Diablo made it to first base. Somewhere in the distance a lamb was sacrificed, to even out the universe.

The next inning would turn out to be just as ominous for McDevitt.

The first batter hit a Texas-leaguer single on a 1-2 count.

Batter number two hit a ball which appeared to be headed into the street, but due to hurricane winds, ended up just short of an outstretched Patrick Whelly glove. Runners on first and second.

Batter three flied out to center field. One out.

Batter four hit a fly ball into center field which bounced out of Jevon Mattiassi’s glove, again due to high winds, or poor leather at the hands or hoofs of local cows the glove derived from.

Batter five went something like this according to WCOCK (official play by play radio of Wood Baseball)

“McDevitt comes set. Doesn’t check the runners. And the 1-0 pitch…swung on and crushed deep towards Livermore…”

For those who don’t know their Bay Area geography , Livermore is just west of Portugal which is where the ball would eventually land the next day.

Grand slam. You can put it in the books… Yes!

“It wasn’t your fault, the wind really got that one,” a kind and courteous Jevon remarked to McDevitt after the game, knowing damn well that Yosemite National park wouldn’t have contained that magnificent blast.


Scene in Lisbon moments after the home run ball landed there the next day

Things weren’t all bad for Wood. Grant Bledsoe put on a hitting display going 3-4 at the plate and Rick Roitinger pitched brilliantly in two-thirds of an inning. Wood faced a tough Diablos pitcher who ultimately picked up the victory while also taking a fly ball of the head and a liner off his pitching hand. (Jesus these Diablos are tough sons of bitches)

“The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist,” however on this day the Devil did exist and bent over a lube-less Wood yet again.

Wood squares off against The Blazers who defeated Wood last season. Great seats are still available.

Got Wood?

Lanahan getting behind hitters in his outing

Monday, May 2, 2011

Wood Torched By Diablos

A blistering inferno of hellish carnage set against the backdrop of a young boy’s quest to relinquish his fish taco


Diablos 12, Wood 1

May 1st, 2011

San Leandro, Ca – In the most anticipated game of the young campaign Wood suffered their toughest defeat at the hands of the Diablos, who set Wood ablaze under blue skies at Stenzel Field Sunday afternoon.

Neither Bear Grylls, Smokey the Bear, nor former fire douser merit badge holder, David “Stanky Leg” Aubuchon (pictured with his former scout master) could stop the diabolic firestorm.

Things got off to an auspicious start for Wood, as starting pitcher Steve McDevitt blanked Diablo hitters through his first three innings of work, and after Patrick Whelly singled in the first run of the game in the bottom half of the inning, things appeared to be on the right track .

Does anyone want my fish taco?

The fourth inning would not yield such favorable results,as the Diablos scorched the righty for four runs after a lead-off walk and hit opened hell’s kitchen door for a colossal inning. Once that happened Wood players and fans appeared to get the feeling that something was not right, eerily similar to the feeling one gets when a Doctor inserts his fingers into your rear at the same time you come to the realization you took a right into the Proctology department, instead of a left into the Podiatry department as originally planned.

Ely Alexander relieved McDevitt in the fifth, but the hit parade was just getting started for the devil bats. They’d strike for eight more runs before the day was over. McDevitt was pegged with the loss allowing four runs over four innings, however it seemed pretty clear from the start of the day what was to ensue, when the number 7 hitter for the Diablos walked in on him doing his business in the door-less bathroom stall, and then later smacked an rbi single to add insult to injury.

Seriously who wants my fish taco? It is still good, just try a bite


Brandon “Cook for two minutes, or until golden brown on both” Sides closed out the game in B-Side fashion; full dominatrix. I mean domination.

Wood managed only two hits in the contest, but did manage to kill several gnats while up at the plate. A few misplays in the field, along with forty-two hits off Diablo bats seemed to make the difference in the game. The game was
called before the start of the eighth inning because of the lack of awesomeness Wood had shown for the previous seven innings.


Surely someone wants my fish taco

MVP: Wood fan Colby Tong

Colby’s undying love for the team stayed strong despite the 12-1 thumping. He cheered feverishly, even in the later innings, when all hope had been lost. Hands down best Wood fan of all time, but we can all be thankful he is still a couple years away from reading a scoreboard, otherwise he would’ve been just as disgusted as the other fans. (Ok, so Will's spectacular play in the field warrants the MVP here, but after that loss, it seems only fitting a die hard fan wins the award)



LVP: Jevon”Before coming in the house, wipe your feet on the ‘Welcome’ " Mattiassi

His hat trick at the plate was the first for Wood since Rumpelstiltskin did the same back in 1341.

Wood rematches the devil wrath of The Diablos next week at Moscone Park in San Francisco. Great seats are still available.


Got Wood?

Wood 3b John Lanahan fielding a grounder in the 2nd inning



Wood players arguing after the game