Garlic Guys in the field.
The baseball field that is. When I sat down to write this post, I pulled up dictionary.com, and saw that the word of the day was “alliaceous,” meaning, “1. Having the odor or taste of garlic, onion, etc.” Kind of ironic, don’t you think? It’s not really that funny, I suppose… But now I have been inspired to write a post about the delicious odor and taste of our garlic, homegrown right here in Colorado.
Okay, perhaps not the odor. After the ordeal of planting and separating garlic for weeks on end, I have figured out that the smell of garlic on you fingers that cannot be vanquished with one simple wash of the hands is not the most pleasant you could encounter. However, the aroma of it cooking in your dinner cannot be compared to. Mmmm… Delicious.
I’m warning you, preorders are going well. If you want to smell (and taste, for it’s an established fact that the taste of our garlic in your meal is even better than the smell of it) that garlic cooking in your kitchen before the year is out, I suggest you order now!
Who knew that reading about the word alliaceous would bring on such bouts of inspiration? I think it probably has to do with the fact that I am writing, simply put, a blog about garlic. When writing about a subject so plain and straightforward as this, the slightest point of interest can lead to whole pages of witticism.
But I’ll try to not bore you with that today, although I probably already have. Instead, let’s turn to some not-so-garlicky news, shall we? Certain members of the Garlic Guys have put together and are now part of a softball team.
Truly. We have other talents than simply plowing the field. Although, heh heh, in my case softball is most definitely not one of those talents. And that’s putting it mildly.
But yes. Travis is our pitcher, team captain, and convincer of the I’m-not-so-sure-I-want-to-do-this members. Not including me, obviously. Ha. Of course not. Ryan is left field center and the one who came up with our brilliant name. I am the left fielder. I stand there dutifully, look like I’m trying to play, and watch as Ryan catches 75% of the balls that come our way.
As he is extremely busy with all the other things he has to take care of on the farm besides the garlic, Chris has not joined the softball team. Although we would have loved for him to be able to play with us, it is just not possible. It’s so sad! Next year, Chris. You have to play next year.
Our softball team is named the “Awesome Possums.” There’s no other word to describe that name but awesome, don’t you think? Way to go, Garlic Guys. Obviously, only someone who could think up as clever a name as “The Garlic Guys” could be brilliant enough to dream up “Awesome Possums” as well. I must admit that I didn’t like the name at first, (hate wouldn’t be too extreme an adjective to describe how I felt about it, actually) but it’s grown on me. Especially after seeing the shirts. With our clearly ingenious name and an (awesome) possum image on the front, together with “Sponsored by the Garlic Guys” on the back, our team shirts are like none other. We have black and red baseball caps to match, and altogether we might be the most professional looking team in the league.
Too bad we can’t play as professional as we look.
As much as we practiced (hey, we truly did practice!) we nevertheless came to our first game slightly underprepared. I’d never played in my life, one of our players stayed home sick, and her place had to be taken by someone else (who happened to be my mom – hey mom!) who had never played, another player was sick but came anyway, and two more showed up late. I almost had to play shortstop! Trust me, that would not have turned out well.
Come to think of it, though, even if I did play shortstop, the final score couldn’t have been much worse than it was. Actually, we could have only done one point worse. Yep, that’s right, folks. Ryan scored the one point of the entire humiliating hour. The other team scored twenty.
It was a sorrowful event. But even so, we strove to remain hopeful. Most of us did, that is. Some of our players are taking a slightly pessimistic view of our prospects from here on out (if you can imagine!), but we try to ignore them. At the very least, Travis is confident that we’ll win every game from this point on.
And his confidence may be catching. We did much better last game. Twenty-one to thirteen! We improved by twelve points. We lost by only eight. Amazing! Incredible! We still lost, of course, as those pessimistic players keep pointing out. But we improved, which is the point. Kind of. That’s what I like to think anyways. Don’t burst my bubble.
During our vastly improved game last week, however, it rained incessantly, and four of our players were injured. Just from running, though! No balls to the face, thank goodness. But if we hadn’t been hurt so badly, we would have crushed them. Or that’s the story we tell ourselves. And we have decided that people don’t recommend stretching before a softball game for nothing.
Needless to say, the Garlic Guys are much better at planting garlic than playing softball. At least this writer is. Our goal should, to be as good at softball as we are at garlic. Our next game is this Monday, and we’ll see if we keep on improving. Of course, we will! Right? Yes? Okay? Well, I’ll let you know how it turns out.
Before I go, here’s the answer to last post’s riddle: There are no stairs. Like, there is no spoon. Except with stairs. It’s a one story house. Hahahaha…
This week’s riddle:
What is round on both ends and high in the middle?