It seems that our most recent (more like distant mythological) tournament has left some of the players in a bit of a hussy! Many competitors have been seen twiddling their thumbs on nearby street corners, talking to themselves in public places whilst walking aimlessly, and finally throwing up arms screaming blasphemies as to when the next blood bath with resume. "Is there no God!", I heard one exclaim just the other day in grief stricken disgust.
While many are finding it hard to bide their time, others have found more constructive channels to focus their frustration. Take Joe Moschak for example, despite his 3 near jacket enshrining victories, he hasn't found a dark underpass near interstate 80 to comraderize with Gnomes and dig holes to add nick-nacks to the 22nd century archeological findings archive. No dear friends, instead he has laid out a master plan for some serious ass kicking that many players (dare I say) will not survive!
In a short discussion I had with him at work (don't worry it wasn't on Company time), where the Jacket once hung in the next door office of David Stakland, Joe explained with some enthusiasm even "I'm not bitter, I could be, but really where would that take me". Yes where would that take such a man, one we've come to admire with idolization, homage, and yes 'sense and sensibility.' Down a dark lonely road I'd imagine. But instead Moschak has chosen the higher path to Croquet Heaven, he goes on: "Many will squander over the long pause between tournaments and beat themselves senseless even before they set afoot back onto the courts. But I feel like 'experience' is like a great aging wine, it's day will come." Bravo Joe!
In other emotional boudoirs we find our prior champ David Stakland in utter disbelief and possible despressive and passive hysteric states. As you can see from the pictures above, David has undergone some turbulance recently after travelling the friendly skies of a previous numero uno.
Upon seeing the latest candid of the current Champ (Dale Stephens) at his Estate wearing the duds (and kicked back in a jaunty/stylish fashion), it apparently jolted Stakland into a trance taking him back to a time when violet threads shone sublimely in the afternoon sunshine of his office. By the time he had snapped to and realized where he was, the shock value had already descended upon his area and left its mark of frailness and uncertainty.
This shouldn't leave to much of a long term mark in Stak's world though, besides the man has found and secured a place in this years Masters tournament, along with making it into the hearts of fans and the BCC archive notables for the year. I believe he'll bounce back!
Lastly, it is curious and for most, questionable as to the dates of the next tourney. There has been talk of a possible labor day week-end frolicking frenzy/tournament, but talk is cheap and we have no desire to pull the old carrot and donkey ragbag trick. That would be just plain rude!
Unfortunately, Baba's social calendar is filled to the brim with a visiting/playing spree of competing Croquet circuit tournaments. Along with a two week seminar/workshop in California to further his studies in green-thumbing and other various gardening and grassy tips to better groom our beloved courts.
Yes friends, these are the lengths our hero 'Baba' goes to, to make our lives the living hell/paradise that it is. Keep checking in for updates as to the next touranment, and until then...keep your clubs swingin' and your fashion saucy!
See you in the movies!
Hibbsy ;-)
This blog, just in case there was any confusion, is to document the valiant excesses, depraved indifferences, and dumb luck that befalls those who step on to Baba's Croquet Club's manicured pitch. If you are a current or ex- contestant of the course, and would like to provide your $0.02, we welcome you. Let's get it on!
Stakland see's the photo of Dale relaxing in sheer style and comfort for the first time...the shock sets in.
He begins to feel the disappointment of losing the jacket last tournament and the fact that he didn't make it to the event...
Alas, sadness begins to take it's toll on the prior champ. Deep inside a yearning for plum and rhinestones begins to burn....
Meanwhile, Joe Moschak describes his master plan for kicking some major ass next tournament...
