Game 13: Damn you, Husky Pants

Yes, Husky Pants, damn you. You slid into every base with your sharpened cleats raised high. You mocked our every move like a French waiter. You spit tobacco chaw wrapped in black licorice in our manager's face. You threatened to hold your breath until your face turned blue if the ump didn't give you the game on a silver platter. You spread rumors about the sexual proclivities of our entire outfield. You even tried to hit foul balls at our baby mascot.

And you beat us 9-6. Now we are 6-7, with only a tenuous hold on a playoff spot. May your awesome electric cooler cause all your beer to go skunky.

Game 13 in photos

Jason, up close and personal and still without even a hint of a tan

Husky Pants calls him "Red Shoes"

Nice, uh, back up, Dave

Orange shirts, black shorts, black cleats, and mass confusion.

Steph stretches and stays in focus

Photo of the year

Go Spunky!

Very niiiice

You think Mike's catch is impressive, look at what he is doing in the background

Striking fear in the hearts of every team in the league, we are...
Schneida Dot Com

Steph shows what all this ball playing is really about (and works at getting blurry again)

Game 12-- A 6-6 record and a lot to laugh about

Well, the game was unremarkable. We did hold them to 4 runs in the first inning, and that was pretty much the highlight. Then again, I am writing this almost two weeks after the fact and the details are starting to fade. What I do know is that we lost something like 15-9 and the game was quick. Still, we are having fun, perhaps more after the game than during it, as seen from the photos.

Photos from Game 12

Steph-- left fielder and akimbo patriot

Don't get in front of this train

Nice

Jehovah's Witness swimsuit issue

Giggle

The shorts are riding high!

The truckers get their revenge

Last game it was a massacre, with the good guys scoring in the 20's. This game was much different. In the first inning, they scored 11 on us. Even though it ended up 15-9, it just felt like one of those days. The problem is that we seem to be having "one of those days" an awful lot lately. This game drops us to 6-5 but still in contention for the playoffs.

The good news is that Stacy got to use my good camera for the game, and the payoff is that we have a lot of good images. Yes, we lost, but the pictures at least make it look like we had fun.

Happy 21st birthday, Molly!

Game 11 photos

Sorry these are out of order-- I uploaded them in order but blogger has its own mysterious ways.

Kim hustles into second and does a little shimmy.

Allison in good form.

It's going, it's going...

Molly makes softball look good.

Strike one...

...strike two...

and a big hit!

The arsenal.

Kim can't bear to watch as Doug wrestles with that pesky ball.

Pitcher of the future, hopefully without the famous Fournier moustache.

Why I teach my photo students to pay attention to the background.

Hi, I'm Doug. You don't work for WRIF, do you?

Molly stumbles, trips and slides into first base.

As usual, Mike turns a single into a double.

Supermom.

One of many first inning arghs.

Argh argh argh

Alisha rounds first and heads toward the light.

I'm guessing it was a pop up.

Happy birthday!

Game 10: Back to being back on track

Ah, this is more like it! It was another rainy day, the kind that make us a better team somehow. Aside from Alisha getting smacked with a bat, the game started like many others recently-- light hitting, errors here and there, and decent play all around. In the 5th inning we found ourselves in another close game. This time our defense stood strong, making several sparkling plays in the field to shut down P.O.D. in the final three innings and preserve the win. All were smiles, too, as we headed off to Mr. Joe's for cheap meat and free-flowing beer.

Game 10 in photos

Rainy. Just the way Evil Steph likes it.

Nice catch, Mike (part 1)!

Nice catch, Mike (part 2)!

wtf kind of swing is that?

Home run trot ala Doug.

Allison makes P.O.D. look wee.

And Steph (no longer Evil Steph) is once again a blur.

Jason poses for one badass (or BadAssinski) shot. Or perhaps he is thinking about what Borat would say if he were holding a bat.

Game 9: When the going is bad, the blogging stops

We lost game 8. And it was silly. And no photos were taken.

We lost game 9. Again, no photos were taken, although the battle scars remained. No one seems to mind the blog falling behind when we are losing...

Game 7-- back on track

After reworking the line up, the bats came alive for schneida.com, scoring 13 runs in one inning. After they tied the game up at 6 in the third with a grand slam, everything exploded after that, eventually being called after 5 innings with the score 23-7. Doug walked three times and several players were never put out, but the real hero was Allison, playing a mean first with pneumonia. And, of course, Dave, playing with a 40+ year-old body.

Game 7 images-- getting arty

Mike as an Impressionist painting.

Jess launches one.

"Spunky's" pre-bat dance-like gyration.

Schneida 'D'
(imagine Nate behind the overlap)

Alisha disrobes (anyone remember Jennifer in Flashdance when she takes her bra off beneath her shirt to the delight of me and all my gradeschool classmates?)