Thursday, July 31, 2008

Can you blame us, really?

We were drinking Fat Cat and Hamm's and it was our last game of the season. What better way to spend the time and finish off the beer?

travis and jake


sarah's cousins



megan and sarah


jess and alli

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Crazy Germans do the Bat Twist


Oh, this is making me dizzy.



Sniff This

It's been awhile since Jake has posted some inane video. Here's one of my favorites.



Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Weaselhawks Extinguish Cardinal




Holy crap, Batman. Talk about some major AASL excitement. After losing the game to Martin/Williams, the Weaselhawks took the usual 20 minutes of hanging around the field (and finishing off the Gluek's) to decide on a trip to The Cardinal for after-game culinary treats and refreshing beverages.

Just before settling up on the tab and departing, Weaselhawks Fire Marshall Megan Leafblad noticed flames rising from the back of the building. After 911-ing the MFD, Leafblad and fellow gawker Katy Gerdes met the fire trucks in the parking lot to supervise the local firefighters.

Lesson learned. Always have a pitcher of water at the table. We would never want to waste good beer on a fire.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Weaselhawks Extinguish Bonfires



This team is OnFire!! The Weaselhawks kicked some serious butt, defeating the Olson Bonfires by at least 10 runs. Thanks to special guest Corky Shindelar for helping out (ouch!! taking a bat to the shin, too). Every one of the Weaselhawks pounded the ball and rounded the bases. Jamie Parker didn't even strike out. (Oh, maybe 'cause he was in Canada and not at the game.)

The 'Hawks celebrated the victory with an outing to Busters for grub. A little fancier than the usual post-game hangout, but comfy enough. And a fine beer list. A few KFAI Cougars joined us for a beer, then everyone went home and watched the 9th through 15th inning of the MLB All Star Game.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

After Hours at the Cardinal

Sad-ish game (6-13), but the mood lifted at the after-party at "the Bird" where we put some jamz on the jukebox and—fueled by rice beer and tenderloin—finally cut loose a little.