This is how it ended. But it wasn't pretty getting there.
First, we got some beer in us, except for Alex, who was drinking Cokes, which the bartender dropped marischino cherries in (She must have been sweet on him):
Another pregame drinkin' shot. We did a lot of this, since the first game of the day was running pretty late. When it was our turn to play, the bartender tried to get us to hurry. But this is bocce. It is serious. It runs by its own clock. Believe that.
The Balltrap, pregame:
Listmaker is thinking: "Will this game EVER start?"
Muscling in on Rod Stewart, Alex Chilton would likely say: "When My Baby's Beside Me ... "
Oh. Here are pictures from the actual game. As "The Balltrap" noted in the postgame wrap-up, Team RIPE really liked to measure things:
Here's "The Balltrap" rolling:
Here's "The Balltrap" measuring. This time it was needed:
That's all the OK pix I have from the match. The rest suck. Plus, I noticed that I did better when I wasn't taking pictures. The minute I started worrying about capturing the moment, I wasn't living IN the moment. I think I'll bring my camera but lay off pix unless I'm sitting out for a match.
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