The hated Diamond Dogs? Softball rivals of the last four years, too often victorious bane of our existance, abusers of extra bases and fences? The other traditionally online team in the intra-USAT league?
Our Sultans of Dot beaten them once, in our first season of play, and already have lost to them once this year. But we're now 4-3 after a forfeit win last night and in need of some help. By our manager's guess (as institutional agate love stops at the intranet and standings aren't published), we sit half a game behind Git 'R' Done for the fourth and final playoff spot. While we're done for the regular season, that paper-production squad plays the Diamond Dogs next week. If the Dogs win, Git 'R' Done falls into a tie with us, and we have the breaker. We think.
The playoffs would be nice. But what I really care about is beating the Dogs. Regular season, playoffs, it doesn't matter. If we make the cut this year, we have a shot to play them again. But we have to cheer for their victory to do so? Feels wrong. For a season that wasn't supposed to happen, this last week is a doozy, a word only playoff fans and stair-tumblers can use with good cause.
If I owe you an e-mail, Facebook msg, tweet, link, or receipt, it's coming. A little behind this week. Best explanation: This is on my kitchen counter.