Remembering the Greats

As the sun ascends from the Eastern skyline on Baba's Playing Field, nature seems to rejoice in the thought of another time when Princes and Fairies would walk the land and once again stroll the green blades of fresh dew and spank their opponents abruptly with wooden mallets. And that time, dear friends...is upon us. -Anonymous

In the past we've been pleasured greatly by the likes of Daler "I sold my soul for croquet" Stephens and Allison "you want some-a-this?!" Honeycutt. It's been a year (not really, but let's say it has), and those twelve months have had a chance to ripen these wild players. Daler, who's taken the dive for full-on TM teaching, may have been tempered greatly. Will we have to re-christen him Daler "Let Me Show You The Way Brother" Stephens?! Brother Stephens he may be, but the real question is going to be whether the colored balls answer to the call of the wild or the transcendent. And is there really a difference at all?! Allison's year of dealing with savage new-age adolescents might be equally transformative. Has her callous man-baiting softened with a year of coddling teenagers? Or has the rage just set in deeper? We await with bated breath.

We at Baba's croquet club, would like to take a moment of silence to acknowledge the opening statements/prose. Moment taken! Once we have 16 players signed up we will commense with the potential player match-up. Stay tuned.....