SKIPPER-LESS DADDIES RALLY AND LIVE TO WRITE ABOUT IT

EDITOR’S NOTE: Sorry for the hiatus in posts. Many of the missing games — but not all — involved losses. Perhaps one day we will return to taunt Smell the Glove, but not yet.

By Aaron Smith

So I may have played the role of captain last night, but I’m clearly no Dan Vock…no 900-word recaps complete with witty nicknames and elaborate wordplay are in the offering this morning. Instead I’m doing this like I do so many things in life—amateurish and half-assed.

Game Recap: Daddies go down 8 runs in the first inning; stage a vigorous come-back and go up by two heading into the top of the 7^th; allow BSD to tie the game and then rally in the bottom of the inning to win 14-13.

Analysis: Outside of the first inning, this was probably our best performance of the year. Everyone got on base at least once, our defense was solid from top to bottom, and we kept everything loose even after going down a few different times. I’m sure that solid, consistent play had nothing to do with the fact that we only had 12 people instead of our usual 97.

Hitting MVPs: Scott, Alex and Alec each turned in a 3-4 performance at the plate with a home run. However, I’m giving the co-MVP award to Ivan and Jeffrey for shaking off the shackles of old age and putting us over the top with a triple* and RBI single, respectively, in the bottom of the seventh.

Defensive MVPs: The outfield tandem of Alec, Aaron, Alex, and Molly (with an early assist from Scott) shook off some opening-inning shakiness and proceeded to snuff out anything hit in the air for the remainder of the game.

Scoring MVPs: Blue State Digital, for crediting themselves with two fewer runs than we thought they had when we checked scorecards at the end of the 6^th inning. We were going to blow things wide open in the bottom of the seventh regardless, but it certainly made our comeback that much easier.

Anyway, in the words of the great statesman and motivator Herm Edwards: “We can build on this!” Hope everyone enjoys the long weekend and celebrates the birth of our country by getting really drunk and blowing some shit up real good.

DADDIES TRIUMPH OVER BARELY-THERE TEAM, LIGHT RAIN

NOTHING SCARES OFF THE WATERPROOF PEW CREW

HARRY’S, AKA SICK BAY – In a season already saturated with superlatives, Pew’s Your Daddy endured one more Wednesday: Surviving the fiercest storm to hit Washington, D.C., since the redcoats fled their Pennsylvania Ave. bonfire to go bomb Baltimore.

The Daddies showed up in force to flog the GUCCT  Somethingorothers in rain, sleet or snow. But the Geek Squad only produced four players by 6:40, when, on the verge of forfeiting, their entire team, vastly outnumbered as it was, was swept away in a monsoon. The Daddies were left alone as they tried to finish their beers, halfheartedly packed up their gear and huddled under a tree (always a smart choice in a lightning storm) in the deluge.

The Daddies were caught in a hail of… HAIL! Ice and wind and rain pelted their faces. Hell broke loose. Umbrellas were destroyed. Electronics rendered useless. Scorebooks soaked. Shoes turned to sponges.

“Me, I was scared,” said Zach “Radar” Markovits. “But Captain Dan, he was mad!”

“You call this a storm?!?” shouted the wild-eyed captain Dan “The Weatherman” Vock from a tree-top perch.

‘Twas a dark and stormy night, indeed.

So stormy, in fact, that some of the Daddies – the Mighty, Mighty Daddies – fled the scene of a softball game where unopened beer remained!

Oh, I know, I know, believe me, I know,  ‘tis sad news, but I can’t spare my readers from the painful truth. Some two thirds of the Daddies disappeared into the sheets of rain, heading off in the only direction the gale-force winds would allow them. Cat “Kinky” Sutton decided to brave it on her bike. Her doppelganger, Cari, tagged along as best she could.  Others joined the tourists mobs in futilely trying to hail cabs in the mess.

Alex “The Boy Scout” Parlini valiantly – but unsuccessfully – tried to warn the Daddies that standing in groups in a lightning storm is a no-no. Something about physics. Once he decided the Daddies would not disperse, he did.

But what did the true Daddies do? (True = stubborn and maybe not too bright) They gutted it out. That’s right. They outlasted the storm.

Aaron “The Full Monty” Smith celebrated by taking off his shirt. And then his shoes. When Ivan “Graybeard” Sciupac called out, “Hey sexy, you can leave your hat on!” Smith doffed his cap as well.

Mike “Bones” Bolinder celebrated his return to rain-soaked softball by making a Slip-and-Slide out of the first-to-second baseline. Alec “Different Drummer” Tyson, who weathered most of the storm doing a crazy little dance all by himself, snapped out of it and raided a nearby kickball field for abandoned playground balls. Sciupac tackled Pauline “Awesome” Vu for some reason. Rookie Kimberly “Good Intern” Leonard wondered why she ever let Vock talk her into coming out in the rain.

Melissa “Mambo” Monbouquette did something interesting too, but nobody paid attention.

That’s about the time the Hopeless Hoyas’ captain finally showed up. Not that he was ready to play softball or anything. He just wanted to make sure the Daddies were really there. That they were that crazy.

Once a second band of rain ruined the Daddies’ fun (and the beer ran out), the sloshed and sloshy softballers decided they had enough of drinking outside in the rain. So they went to Harry’s, where they drank outside in the rain. But Harry’s had one benefit: There they found their less-crazy teammates, including Tanner “Tardy” Horton Jones, Annie “No Joke” Cloke and Will “The Quiet Type” Murtaugh.

Not, as it turned out, a bad night at all.

BOTTOMS UP! DADDIES ERASE UGLY MEMORIES WITH BEAUTIFUL VICTORIES*

*in flip cup

BOMBERS-TURNED-CLIENTS CAN’T MATCH FIREPOWER OF DADDY STALWARTS

FROGGY BOTTOM PUB — Lulled into a false sense of security by their “performance” on the softball field, the McNamee Clients suffered a devastating defeat to Pew’s Your Daddy in the Best of Eleven Flip Cup challenge Wednesday night. The Daddies, who topped the wannabe lawyers with a 6-2 performance, prevailed with characteristic modesty, saying only “Olé, Olé, Olé, Olé! …Olé! …Olé!”

Led by Richard “Last Stop” Auxier, the Daddies took the unsuspecting traveling team by surprise. The Ginger Giants failed to recognize the home-field advantage enjoyed by the Daddies. They didn’t even notice the owner of Froggy Bottom greeting the Black-and-White Boys and Girls like conquering heroes (which clearly they weren’t) as they entered the basement from their classy minivan cab. Several pitchers of Froggy Bottom Lager were filled — and emptied — in quick succession, but the Daddies always maintained control.

The dominance continued even as the line-up shifted. Molly “No Beer” Rohal admirably filled in for Elizabeth “E-Pod” Podrebarac, even though Rohal is practically allergic to the tasty brew of hops, water and barley. Ivan “Gray Beard” Sciupac taught rookie Scott “The Spill” Clement how to flip a cup in slippery conditions. And Auxier successfully goaded the opposing side of 22-year-olds, building on his years of experience taunting kickballers.

The Daddies dominance became so undeniable, the one Red Sox fan (a humbled Red Sox fan — can you believe it???) among the Clients repeatedly asked, “Who’s your Daddy? Who’s your Daddy?”

Pew.

Pew’s Your Daddy.

[Insert Auxier expletive here]

No doubt about it.

It was a sharp turnaround from just a few hours earlier, when the Underage Clients snuck by the over-staffed Daddies on the softball field with the score of 32-4. (The Clients, who admitted they don’t know math, mistakenly reported racking up 34 runs on the league Web site. Salt meet wound. But, given the circumstances, senior management decided a formal protest isn’t worth it.)

The Daddies, taking pity on a rag-tag group of high school buddies from a Maryland suburb so dismal that even Auxier never even heard of it, did all they could to boost the egos of the Red-Headed Stepchildren. One wily groundskeeper managed to score a run on four consecutive Daddy errors. On the same play.

The Daddies led 3-0 until a uniformed officer of the law forced them to drain their energy drinks in the second inning. Not so coincidentally, the Daddies lost their lead in the second. It was like Popeye losing  his spinach. Only veteran Jeffrey “Disco” Lehman managed to break the spell, when showed his sorry-ass younger comrades how to score against the in the bottom of the seventh.

(It had been since the first inning that the Daddies scored. It had also been since the first inning that Lehman batted. Coincidence???)

Luckily, with the help of an unidentified photographer providing the evidence, the Congressional Softball Team will be lulled into a false sense of complacency, as its most talented team hussles the likes of the Clients and the First F’in Amendments and the No Talent AZ Clowns into believing that we won’t destroy them in head-to-head competition.

MVP: Are you kidding?

OMG: After Kip’s first-inning home run, the Daddies went 25 batters without scoring a run. That was barely once through the line-up.

WTF: On his first at-bat, Nick “The Stick” Wiseman nearly took out Alec “Crazy Legs” Tyson, who was standing on third base. Wiseman smacked the pitch down the third-base line and smacked Tyson in the ass. It was that kind of night.

GOLD STARS: Auxier and Clements get props because they ended up holding the bag. Literally. Next time, we need two new heroes to take the equipment.

DADDIES WIN THE FAMILY FEUD TO INAUGURATE THEIR NEW SEASON

COUSINS AT ONCE REMOVED FROM SPOTLESS RECORD; DADDIES RANKED FOURTH

THE SOUTH SOUTH SOUTH LAWN OF THE WHITE HOUSE – It didn’t take long for the storied softball franchise of Pew’s Your Daddy to establish its supremacy this season. Not even a full inning.

In Opening Day festivities Wednesday (May 13), Pew’s Padres pounded the Udall Primos 16-5.

The Primos simply had no hope of catching up with the Daddies after The Men (and Women) in Black (and White) jumped out to a quick lead. The Daddies quickly retired the first three Kissin’ Cousins who stepped to the plate. One reached first, but the feat was soon erased when the Funky Pew D’s turned a double play. The hurt would get much worse.

First up for the Daddies was Alec “The Heartbreaker” Tyson, who crushed the Cousins’ kindred spirits with a long ball to deep right field. Tyson’s only regret upon reaching home plate was that his first home run of the year didn’t take out a kickballer.

The onslaught continued, as the next four batters reached base and eventually scored. Rookie Sam “Wipeout” Derheimer redeemed himself for a less-than-graceful debut in training camp. He tamed his fauxest of fauxhawks before the game and smashed a home run during his first at-bat. Yes, by the time the first inning ended, the Daddies held a comfortable 6-0 lead.

The Preemies threatened early in the third, when their feisty catcher came to the plate. In one at-bat, she forced pitcher Danny “Vader” Dougherty to deliver some 59 gift-wrapped and bow-tied pitches to what would be any other batter’s roundhouse. But persistence, as they say, pays. On the 60^th try, she nicked the ball and even managed to make it to first. Eventually, she even crossed the plate, beating an overthrow to the plate. The Primos picked up two runs in the third.

Our Fathers responded as our beloved Caps unfortunately could not that night: They unleashed the fury.

The third inning saw seven Daddies cross the plate, starting with newcomer Stan “Slider” Turner who took a free trip home courtesy of Jeffrey “The ‘Stache” Lehman on Lehman’s first over-the-fence shot of the year. The home run derby continued. Tyson registered a second in as many appearances at the plate. Nick “The Stick”  Wiseman and Kip “Shifty” Patrick also took jogs around the diamond.

A 13-2 deficit didn’t take the fight out of the outmatched Primos. Indeed, it seemed to get their dander up.

A particular petulant Primo known to the Daddies only as “Orange Sox” tried to stretch a solid single into a double, and, when that didn’t work, tried to argue his way into one. Second basewoman Annie “No Joke” Cloke clearly stepped on the base before the fluorescent-outfitted misfit. Had the score been tight, things would’ve got ugly. Yes, even uglier than the orange socks.

The lopsided score convinced most Daddies to give Two Socks a mulligan. But later, when he was batted in, Kil “One Thousand” Huh howled in protest, “That one doesn’t count! That one doesn’t count!”

But some justice prevailed. On the same play, Dougherty bolted home to haul in the throw from the outfield. With a lunge forward to corral the throw and then another lunge back to make the tag, Dougherty minimized the damage. The Primos would never score again, although the Daddies piled on with three more runs in the sixth, making the final score 16-5.

UPDATED: Daddies cap off regular season by beating Mothers

Mike “Bones” Bolinder and Tanner “Tecate” Horton Jones demonstrate for their Pew rivals what “Tree Sluggers” really do.

Pew’s Your Daddy snapped a three-game losing streak Thursday, just in time to prepare them for the post-season this weekend. The Daddies took out the MotherDuckers in a 15-8 victory in five innings, before the game was called for darkness and drunkenness.

The intense match-up featured Tanner “Tecate” Horton Jones striking out swinging after whiffing three times, prompting old pro Mike “Bones” Bolinder to take him to the woodshed… or at least the forest. Catcher “Battle” Kat Zambon redeemed electionline with superior fielding behind the plate, catching a rocket from the outfield launched by Nick “The Stick” Wiseman. Zambon’s quick reaction stunned the Quack Attack, especially the runner three feet from home. The utter shock of getting tagged in front of home nearly landed the Web-footed Wonder in an ambulance.

PAULINE’S GOLD STARS AND SCHWAG

MVP: IVAN SCIUPAC, for being a sad sack loser who I’m only naming MVP because I feel sorry for him. Well, he also got a double and a triple (the last of which he tried to turn into a home run, though he was tagged on his way to the plate thanks to a mighty throw from the field. But that was only after he batted two Daddies in first).

BONES BOLINDER: for a home run and 2 RBIs

ALEC TYSON: for his single and home run (which ties him for most home runs this season)

These three guys went 2-for-2 and each got a double and at least one RBI: JEFFREY LEHMAN, RICHARD AUXIER and DAVID BECKER (who actually batted in three people).

AARON SMITH, who with a single and RBI didn’t exactly light up this game, but two weeks ago against Affairs Not Relations he played way better than Bones and Becker and I mentioned them but not him. So I’m making up for it now. You rock, Aaron.

Play of the Game: With the Daddies up only 7-4 in the bottom of the third, the Motherduckers were at bat with bases loaded and no outs. It wasn’t looking good. Their batter hit a fly to deep left, which STICK WISEMAN caught for the first out. The runner on third then took off, but Nick launched a superhuman throw to catcher KAT ZAMBON, who managed to grab the ball and tag the Motherducker a few feet shy of home. Since the next guy popped out, Nick and Kat’s heroics got us out of a tight spot that inning.

Great turnout, great competition, unfortunate ending

Even though we lost to Affairs Not Relations 10-9 in the bottom of the seventh inning last night, the team recovered nicely.

DESERT STORM LEVELS DADDIES, SENDS ‘ZONA INTO FIRST PLACE

The Daddies tried to keep cool in the dugout, with varying success.

PEW LOSES COMPOSURE IN ESCALATING GAME OF ANGRY ANTICS

The tone was set with the Daddies’ first at-bat.

To start the Daddies’ offense in a nearly accidental but clearly consequential showdown between the No. 2 Pew’s Your Daddy and the No. 3 Raising Arizona, speedster Alec “Pickles” Tyson smacked a grounder to short. The shortstop quickly grabbed the ball and hurled it toward first, the kind of routine throw high-ranked teams make all the time. But high-ranked teams don’t often play Alec Tyson.

Tyson tucked his head and raced past first, right as the throw hit the Arizonan’s mitt. A close call. The judgment fell to the Daddies’ first-base coach, who just so happens to be an omniscient narrator. Ties, even the less-than-omniscient know, go to the runner. “Safe!”

The Goldwater State shortstop huffed and puffed and nearly blew a gasket. The first baseman, too, was aghast. More Arizona voices were raised. Daddies rallied behind their runner. Anger was fueled. Curses were muttered. Calamity threatened. On the Daddies’ very first batter.

That’s the kind of day it was, as two s**t-talking, cupcake-playing, league-leading teams competed for the right to talk even more smack on the field, on the sidelines, at the bar and even on their blog. But at the end of the day, the Huggies Stealers won 9-6, snatching first place.* And yet Pew’s Your Daddy is still talking s**t.

The Pew Papas took an early lead over State Forty-Eight, as Tyson eventually came in and Elizabeth “Shutterbug” Podrebarac joined him, putting the Daddies up 2-0 at the end of the first. The pattern continued in the second, with both lead-off hitters — Aaron “Tiger” Smith and Mike “Ratner” Light — crossing the plate and upping the tally to 4-1.

But the Daddies fielders fell apart in the field during a painful two-out rally in the fifth. The Grand Cannons opened fire with a salvo of bravado and bastardly ball playing. The Daddies were stunned to see another team copy their tactics so shamelessly and so perfectly. The Flaming Phoenicians capitalized on the Daddies’ disarray.

Catcher Pauline “Awesome” Vu grabbed a high throw to the plate, turned and tagged the runner — at the exact moment his foot hit home. Again, a moment of suspense, before the runner’s Copper State accomplices gained a new appreciation for the “tie goes to the runner” concept and called their man safe.

“What? Are you kidding me?” yelled Vu. “I TAGGED him.”

Indeed. Sadly for the Daddies, the near-miss was the last time a throw to home was true. The overthrows and other assorted errors piled up until the Arid Army racked up four runs, putting them ahead for the first time in the game, with a score of 7-5.

The Daddies inched closer in the bottom of the inning, but Raising Arizona was unfazed, padding their lead with two more runs in a sixth inning where the sum total of the Daddies three at-bats was nada.

Still, Daddies manager Richard “Rabid” Auxier would not go gentle into the good night. He raged, raged against the dying of the fight in bench-bound Daddies. Auxier was afraid to lose. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering. And so the Daddies suffered Auxier’s exhortations, until it came time for the biggest braggadocios on each team to confront each other.

The moment arrived after a throw to Podrebarac at second. Podrebarac, who already has two double plays this season, stepped on the base and turned to throw to first. But in slid the cocksure Zona runner, clipping Podrebarac’s legs and preventing the easy chance to turn two. Podrebarac protested. The Zona superstar jawed right back.

Auxier, perhaps realizing that every good manager gets thrown out of games, stormed out of the dugout and spit forth a tirade that, while it didn’t make a lot of sense, seemed to mash all the buttons he knew how to hit.

“Hey man, if you want to be a gym class hero, that’s fine,” he taunted, approaching second. “But it’s just a game. It’s just a game man, and you’re winning.” Uhh, right.

At least we know Auxier reads the blog and/or write-ups. Luckily it doesn’t appear these particular opponents do.

The upshot is, there were no umps to throw Auxier out, and the game continued. No more Cardinals, Diamondbacks, Sun Devils, Big Units, Luke Waltons, Janet Napolitanos, Sandra Day O’Connors or other creepy Arizonans scored.

Despite Ianna “Bridezilla” Kachoris’ valiant single — marking her first hit and her first game of the season — the Daddies comeback that so often comes at this point in the story was not to be. The Fathers faltered and barely made it through the bottom of their 18-person batting order for the second time.

The loss comes at a critical time in the Daddies’ season. After the game, they’re clinging to third place in the Congressional Softball League with upcoming opponents that include No. 13 Affairs Not Relations, No. 7 Baltimore Oracles and a rematch against now-No. 8 Jesse and the Rippers, which humiliated the Pewfolk 24-7 earlier this summer. Not to mention the end-of-the-season tournament.

NEXT GAME: Thursday against Affairs Not Relations.

* And, yes, that’s largely the Daddies’ fault. Both Raising Arizona, then No. 3, and the Raucous Caucus No Sox (then No. 1) asked to play the then-No. 2 Pew’s Your Daddy when the Daddies’ previously scheduled opponent bailed. Raising Arizona asked first, and the Daddies accepted. The Raucous Caucus saved a field and pleaded for other teams to play them, but it doesn’t look like that happened. Hence the results: The Daddies went down in the rankings, Raising Arizona went up — with bonus points for beating a higher-ranked team — and the Raucous Caucus fell behind to No. 2 because they couldn’t earn any points without playing an opponent. So, in a small way, the Daddies chose the new No. 1 team. Then, just to rub it in, Raising Arizona played another team the next day and added more points to their lead. In case you’re counting.

At least we didn’t lose by 17 this time

I mean, it could’ve been worse. I’m just sayin’.

So the (previously) No. 2 Daddies lost to the (previously) No. 3 Raising Arizona, 9-6. And, I just want to add, they were pretty obnoxious (okay, we were too. But I’m bitter. No other team ever got me to start yelling AT the batter WHILE I’m catching).

There wasn’t much room for batting heroics (we had 18 people and everyone only got two at-bats), but here are the standouts:

CO-MVPs: AARON SMITH and STICK WISEMAN, the only people who were perfect at the plate, with two singles each and an RBI.

Also notable are JIM ALBRITTAIN and MIKE RATNER LIGHT, who each got a double, the only extra-base hits of the game.

And ALEC TYSON deserves a shoutout for outstanding play in the field. He nabbed almost every ball that came his way, and a few that didn’t, including one from Stick Wiseman. As Nick stood ready to catch a fly, he literally shouted (and I am so not exaggerating here), “I-GOT-IT-ALEC-NO-ALEC-NO!” before Alec reached in front of him for the catch. On the sidelines, last week’s victim RACHEL ESTABROOK turned to fellow victim ELIZABETH PODREBARAC and said, “Well, now we know he doesn’t just do that to women.”

DADDIES WIN; BLASPHEMOUS BLOG POST FOLLOWS

MVP Mike "Bones" Bolinger slides into third for a triple.

DADDIES WIN GAME OF BIBLICAL PROPORTIONS

THE WASHINGTON MONUMENT — Late-game heroics carried Pew’s Your Daddy to a two-run victory over the 24:Sixers Wednesday night, as the Daddies continued on their spiritual journey to the Congressional Softball League Tournament, seeking redemption for the sins of past playoff appearances.

The Daddies, riding a two-game winning streak after their 17-15 win, were able to hold off both one their more fundamentally-sound opponents as well as Mother Nature. Warnings of heavy downpour, flash floods and arc building proved to be nothing more than fear mongering from Daddies who had left their gloves at home.

The 24:Sixers, combining an appreciated mix of competitiveness and kindness, got their name for Psalm 24-6, which reads, according to God (via Google): “This is the generation of them that seek him …”

Unfortunately, for them, they were about to run up against the buzzsaw that is a rowdy group of white-collar young professionals who seek nothing more than big bats and Froggy Bottom lager. These Daddies wear on their lapels the pin of “most annoying team” with pride.

Playing the rare road game, the Daddies got things started in style as Alec Tyson, Elizabeth Podrebarac, Nick Wiseman and so on collected a string of well-placed hits, staking the Daddies to an early six run lead.

Pauline Vu also came through in the clutch early, retrieving a plethora of red cups out of the goodness of her heart; asking for nothing more than smiles on the faces of her teammates for her efforts. Her inspirational voyage would keep the Daddies spirits and blood alcohol levels high throughout the game. “I live to give,” said Vu, appreciatively gazing at her good work.

Veteran leaders carried the Daddies for much of the game. Mike “Bones” Bollinger, returning from a one-game suspension for not taking home the damn equipment bag, turned in an MVP-worthy performance with a single, double, triple and three RBI.

Jeff Lehmann stepped up as well, driving in three runs and launching an important home run late in the game that would put the Daddies up for good. After the game — and a few drinks — Lehmann brushed off the accolades, saying, as a veteran, this kind of performance is to be expected during a close game. “But I am damn good at darts,” bragged Lehmann.

The night, however, was not all fun and games for the Daddies. The 24:Sixers, powered by between-inning cheers and divine intervention, never allowed the Daddies to put the game away. They repeatedly came
back from multi-run deficits, eventually tying the game at 11 in the fifth.

Returning to the bench, Richard Auxier berated his team for “putting their heads down.” (Though, this was probably just the result of people concentrating while pouring beers, not doubt or disappointment.) After Auxier hit a two-run home run, the Daddies were so optimistic that his self satisfaction would keep him quiet that they added three more runs.

From there on out, the rest of the game was left to the defense.

Already tense from the close game, the slippery field conditions did the Daddies no favors. The wet field left the Daddies often out of position or face first into the ground (see Smith, Aaron).

Some Daddies were able to shine in the rough conditions, nevertheless. Danny Dougherty, pitching the entire game and inspired by the recent Batman movie, threw strikes and fielded his position extremely well. Also making an impact was Mike “Ratner” Light who, playing a new position, provided solid defense at third.

Some efforts were more debatable. Tyson, who had early shown a commitment to “team” by giving tips to prized Daddies’ prospect Tanner Horton-Jones, later exposed his misogynistic desire to win by plowing over Podrebarac during a close play at second and stealing a fly ball from Rachel Estabrook (his girlfriend …). But outs are outs.

The Daddies defense eventually proved too much for the 24:Sixers, who could not overcome the Daddies four-run lead in the seventh.

The Daddies left the field confident in their performance (Pride), hungry for more (Greed) and determined for vindication in the playoffs (Anger) as they headed to post-game festivities at Froggy Bottom (Gluttony).

Next Thursday (rain or shine!) they’ll return to the fields of D.C., but now with the knowledge that, like the Beatles before them, the Daddies are “bigger than Jesus.”

Bad news, Daddies fall from first…

Apparently, even the Daddies are mortal. Pew’s Your Daddy suffered its first — and only defeat — of the season so far against a Full House-loving Craigslist creation called Jesse and the Rippers. They pretty much looked like their namesakes but they did know how to wield an ax. OK, we’re bitter. We lost.

We’ll have more details later. But rest assured, the Daddies bounced back and beat the National Journal Hacks.

Once again, more details to come. I just thought all the teams scouting us out by reading this blog would like to know what happened to the Mighty, Mighty Daddies.