Swatted

Freddy Sez:

To try to capture The Ship with a mere update would be like trying to keep up with The Ship on a night out. It simply cannot be done. Yet, as always, I will once again take on this Ruthian task, for your enjoyment. (Click to continue...)

Better Make It Four. I Don't Think I Can Eat Eight.

Freddy Sez:

OK folks, let's pair up in threes, and when you see a fork in the road, take it. Remember that you can't think and hit bulls at the same time, but you can observe a lot just by watching. And thanks to The Ship for making this day necessary. (Click to continue...)

Seven Costanza

Freddy Sez:

Seven? Yeah, I guess I could see it. Seven. Seven periods of school, seven beatings a day. Roughly seven stitches a beating, and eventually seven years to life. Yes, seven has a long and storied history with the Yankees, but it was not lucky number seven for The Ship this week. (Click to continue...)

Sweet

Freddy Sez:

To play baseball, there is no place like "The Cathedral in the Bronx," and similarly "dart alley" at Stout is a shrine for darts. The safety of this sanctuary allowed The Ship to exorcise their demons and emerge from dart-purgatory. (Click to continue...)