 | Your Junk my Happy Zone | |
| by Brandon Corbett |
The biggest surprise of Week One was not the two perfect games thrown by the Wicked Aces number three and four pitchers, and it sure as hell was not the Squirrels continuing to squeak out one-run games. You could make an argument for the Donkeys sweeping their two-game series with the Mattseals after hearing the Warriors contingent would not be present. But, no. The most shocking, unbelievable, out-of-thin-air thing to happen in Week One was undeniably the way King Friday arrived at the Zoo to make their debut!
Arvie did not want to leave the trolley,
Brandon admires their landing.This is a story that has to start from the beginning... or at least on Thursday, because that is when the plan was set in motion. Richard Hurd knew his team needed an amazing splash entrance to make their debut in WSEM; something that - no matter what happened this season - nobody would ever not immediately think of King Friday when thinking of Wiffleball. So, a series of letters were funneled through a delivery man willing to ignore protocol for a few extra nickels, and the plan to shame all other plans was hatched. Just before dawn on Sunday the members of King Friday snuck into the house where an old-war-vet-turned-sweater-wearing-shoe-changing-know-it-all was not asleep in the other room, because he inexplicably spends his nights elsewhere across town and always comes home to awaiting children in the morning, through a side-door left open by the delivery man. They had the run of the joint, but knew they had to hurry. Immediately, they got the trolley running and were swept into the Land of Make Believe where the real King Friday was waiting, bags packed with the magic, ready to get out of this prison of a hole in the wall. Minutes later the bright red trolley had been make-believed to human size, with King Friday and the members of the King Friday team on board, as it burst out of the front door with a full head of steam toward New Hudson, MI. Actually, they were pointed in the direction of Norfolk, but they fixed that quickly.
Tristan found the landing a bit rough.They made good time, cruising along Grand River as the Wicked Aces and Donkeys played in the third inning. Then, the puppet slammed on the breaks! Before them was a mountain of Michigan proportions: towering 200, maybe 300 feet above them! They had not accounted for lofty terrain in their plan. The Puppet King told the team not to worry in his slow timbre, had them all close their eyes and begin to make believe a way to get them up onto the plateau above. Boom! There were enormous balloons floating above, attached to the trolley that started to lift. Not enough, though. Poof! A giant propeller hat on the front of the roof, spinning wildly and the team was up and away! The ride was shaky and unstable at first, then all of a sudden all of the players found themselves adorned with propeller hats for attitude control. Altitude, check. Stability, check. King Friday along with the puppet King Friday were soon brilliantly floating above the field, and their presence caused the Donkeys defense to completely forget about a fly ball. A couple minutes, a few popped balloons, and some trial and error later King Friday had secured their place in history with the classiest, most unbelievable entrance for a team's debut ever. The puppet King along with captain Richard Hurd later lamented that very entrance used up all their make believe power, and was the reason they found themselves on the wrong end of two perfect games; "Oh well," they said in unison, "well worth it!"
Arvie did not want to leave the trolley,
Brandon admires their landing.This is a story that has to start from the beginning... or at least on Thursday, because that is when the plan was set in motion. Richard Hurd knew his team needed an amazing splash entrance to make their debut in WSEM; something that - no matter what happened this season - nobody would ever not immediately think of King Friday when thinking of Wiffleball. So, a series of letters were funneled through a delivery man willing to ignore protocol for a few extra nickels, and the plan to shame all other plans was hatched. Just before dawn on Sunday the members of King Friday snuck into the house where an old-war-vet-turned-sweater-wearing-shoe-changing-know-it-all was not asleep in the other room, because he inexplicably spends his nights elsewhere across town and always comes home to awaiting children in the morning, through a side-door left open by the delivery man. They had the run of the joint, but knew they had to hurry. Immediately, they got the trolley running and were swept into the Land of Make Believe where the real King Friday was waiting, bags packed with the magic, ready to get out of this prison of a hole in the wall. Minutes later the bright red trolley had been make-believed to human size, with King Friday and the members of the King Friday team on board, as it burst out of the front door with a full head of steam toward New Hudson, MI. Actually, they were pointed in the direction of Norfolk, but they fixed that quickly.
Tristan found the landing a bit rough.They made good time, cruising along Grand River as the Wicked Aces and Donkeys played in the third inning. Then, the puppet slammed on the breaks! Before them was a mountain of Michigan proportions: towering 200, maybe 300 feet above them! They had not accounted for lofty terrain in their plan. The Puppet King told the team not to worry in his slow timbre, had them all close their eyes and begin to make believe a way to get them up onto the plateau above. Boom! There were enormous balloons floating above, attached to the trolley that started to lift. Not enough, though. Poof! A giant propeller hat on the front of the roof, spinning wildly and the team was up and away! The ride was shaky and unstable at first, then all of a sudden all of the players found themselves adorned with propeller hats for attitude control. Altitude, check. Stability, check. King Friday along with the puppet King Friday were soon brilliantly floating above the field, and their presence caused the Donkeys defense to completely forget about a fly ball. A couple minutes, a few popped balloons, and some trial and error later King Friday had secured their place in history with the classiest, most unbelievable entrance for a team's debut ever. The puppet King along with captain Richard Hurd later lamented that very entrance used up all their make believe power, and was the reason they found themselves on the wrong end of two perfect games; "Oh well," they said in unison, "well worth it!"
King Friday FTW! <3
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