Turn out the lights, the season’s over

No, really, turn out the lights. It’s over. That’s it. The fat lady has sung. Not that there is anything wrong with that. She can belt out a damn fine tune and she is a damn decent looking woman.

The weather. She toyed with us a little bit, bringing in a cool spell and drawing a mist out onto the field, painting a pretty picture. It caused no harm and added a nice hue to the otherwise dark green of the evening soaked field. All in all, Mother Nature was a treat for the entire season. Teasing us now and again, as most woman do, but keeping us relatively comfortable and never treating us with a rainout (a full out downpour, anyway). She is to be commended. Should definitely buy her something.

The games. Things ended pretty much as they did with the regular season, with all of us, once again, allowing the convener’s team to win, just to improve the odds of him convening for us once more next year. But I kid. We didn’t really need to let him win. His teammates all backed him up very well.

They were very close games in the playoffs, as were most during the regular season. Don’t go by the standings, as they normally do not fully represent the true nature of the game. Usually the team in last place, way in last place, way, way, way in last place, is normally the one to put up the most of a dogfight. Unfortunately, myself included, we were not exactly purebreds and were extremely prone to irregular behaviour. No worries, as mutts always live longer than purebreds and are always bound to have the last laugh, even obliging enough to bring about the first one (and the second one and the third one…).

Standings aside, it was a respectable season for all, nothing to be ashamed of, even if it was nothing to write home about. Even if I do write about it while at home. Everyone had their moments and these are the moments that will last. The other, more questionable moments, well, unfortunately, we’ll remember those as well, just because most were so damn funny. No worries, we’re not laughing at you…okay, maybe a little bit, but we’re definitely laughing with you, as well. That’s why it is always so much fun. Forgive us our trespasses, but feel free to use them for the enjoyment of yourself and others.

Injuries. A few over the season, some more serious than others, but all had a one hundred per cent survival rate. The injuries and hits (some by the bat) kept on coming, with even some unable to avoid minor injury up to and including the last game. However, no 911 calls were necessary and, as always, we all survived relatively intact. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, so we all must have plenty of strength in reserve by now.

Overall, another wonderful season. Thanks to one and all for helping, assisting and just taking part. It never would have transpired the same with even a single one of you missing. You all come back, you hear. If you feel it necessary not to grace us with your presence next season, although you will be missed, you most likely would be replaced. We’re so much damn fun, we have a bloody waiting list. But try not to become just another historical statistic. Sign your damn asses up again for next season when the time comes. Humour us. Even if it is just with your unadulterated skill and prowess out on the field.

Banquet’s coming up. Another good time that should be had by all. But, if you can’t make it, we understand. Just try not to be a stranger. In any event, no use trying to be simply stranger, as our league would never be called to represent the ultimate in conformity. You’d definitely stand out. No worries, as conformity sucks and is always too much work.

Hope to see you all soon and, hopefully, often. Well, not like every day, but sometime, on occasion, wave as you pass by. At least, don’t forget to write. If not, I do have all your photos and I am never afraid to use them.

To conclude, it’s been a pleasure blogging and doing the paparazzi thing for you again. More fun than its worth. May it never end. Would be a crime. But, even if it did end up going to trial, we have all the evidence that it happened and was enjoyed by all. Even if it is circumstantial, it is proof all the same. Perhaps not enjoyed all the time, but definitely most of the time. Majority rules.

Again, thanks to everyone for a damn fine season.