Rod's Swan Song?

This blog has been awfully quiet for the past couple of years. And now the team itself might be finished. But we went out strong - with a 2nd place showing in the Floyd vs. Union Hall championship yesterday.

And while it would have been nice to actually beat Boccelism in a big match, we still represented well. So I'll leave you with the following two videos. And never forget - In Rod We Trust.

Yours, Hot Legs

The Thunder Chickens Showdown: As Told Through Rod's Song Titles.

All right now, have I told you lately? I just got some, I feel good.

Last summer, I don't want to talk about it. Three time losers. A hard road, but it's all over now, no more time in the balltrap.

But it got dark. One night, on the beach, stone cold sober, eating rice pudding. My fault! My girl, you were born loose, almost illegal. And I got lost in you. Devotion, but not for me. I need to know, hot legs, do you think I'm sexy still? Or am I just another honky?

So tired. Oh god, I wish I was home tonight, need your love touch.

I was only joking!!! You're so rude! You're insane! You're my girl (I don't want to discuss it)! You put something better inside of me, you can make me dance, sing or anything.

Why does it go on???


Because, we never give up on a dream. Because Team Rod, you keep me hangin' on. After all, that's what friends are for.

Last night, seems like a long time ago, we took the downtown train, cut across shorty in this dirty old town, to the cigarettes and alcohol  of Floyd and started drinking again. I was red hot in black and Spanish boots, nevertheless, there was no holding back.

We all know the first cut is the deepest and on this one night, love in the right hands, lady luck on our side, we came to tear it up. Alright for an hour, some guys have all the luck.

Every picture tells a story. Can I get a witness?

Thunder Chickens, (I know) I'm losing you, can we still be friends? 

As for my funny valentine, Maggie May, we'll be together again. Tonight's the night (gonna be alright). All for love, all for love.

Farewell!

P.S. Welcome to the team, Jennifer and Luke!

Rod to Paris: "It's time to give up the drugs"

In the wake of heiress Paris Hilton's arrest for cocaine possession, Rod was recently quoted as saying that his daughter Kimberly's good friend is a "beautiful girl" and "tremendously polite".

He added: "You don't need them. We've all done it but I've never been a druggie person so I've always been against it."

Yes, this guy said that.

Since Rod was going round giving out such excessive and unwarranted compliments and being, in general, just so damned nice to basket-cases, we thought he might just hand everyone a win this season to boost their spirits.

Sorry, Brooklyn Ballers. We were wrong. So wrong.

In the words of Captain Sweet Touch:

"It looked like were going to somewhat cruise to a game one victory, and we were stunned with a three spot to lose 7-6. We came back strong to win game two 7-5, and continued on to win game three 7-4. Good start to a difficult fall season. Go get 'em Rod!"

Lamest Season Ever

Half the league seemingly couldn't get a spot on the schedule. I only played in one game all season. And then we didn't even attend the playoffs despite being on the schedule. Sweet Touch arranged it with some of the Thunder Chickens that they might play for us. I never heard if they did but I'm assuming we aren't league champions. 

The recap. 

Thunder Chickens. Despite Lauren's great work with this pic, Rod prevailed. 

We lost to Summer Ham. Gross. 

Arthur Boccerelli beat us again. 

Inglorious Bocce didn't stand a chance. 

Season record: 3-2

Snooze. 

Rod Likes to Kiss Kiss AND Bang & Bang

Val & Robert

Meet Rod!

If You Want My Bocce vs. Kiss Kiss Bang Bang

7-0 Rod
7-0 Rod

Hello summer season!

Free Fallin'

On the morning of March 26, 2006, these things were happening in this great land of ours.

The Republicans controlled everything.

The first episode of Hannah Montana had just debuted.

Someone named Daddy Yankee was taking our shores by storm with his unique blend of swagger, sexiness, and dance grooves.

And we just couldn't get enough of this movie.

And there was a Brooklyn bocce team named The Coffee Flats Terrors.

The day before, they had just beaten Team Rod for the second time in a row. It was a sad day for Rod.

But four years and 9 matches later, The Terrors (now the Wildfowl) still had not beaten Team Rod again.

That is until this past Monday night.

They dismantled Rod in Game 1 by a score of 7-0. Then they took a 6-1 lead in Game 2. But Team Rod showed heart and determination even if it didn't show skill. We came back to a 6-5 score and even had a point in the next frame until Alex J's stupendous roll closed us out.

All good things must come to an end including our four year winning streak against the Terrifying Fowl. It also seems likely that our streak of making the playoffs has ended.

We finish the regular season at 4-5 and on a three game losing streak. Yikes.

In fact, since starting last season 7-0, our record (if you take out a forfeit victory) has been 4-7.

If we don't make the playoffs, I promise you Rod will be back for the summer! That's about all I can promise. We'll be back.

By the way, Rod thinks that Tom Petty sucks.

Uh-Oh

The power of Rod's green pants didn't help last Monday night. Rod fell in three to Fahgeddabocce.
With one game left, Rod runs the risk of missing out on the playoffs for the first time. Granted, until recently every team used to make the playoffs so it isn't that impressive a feat. Our last game against our vaunted rivals The Wildfowl could be the key to making the playoffs.

With a win, Rod will finish the regular season 5-4. With a loss, the playoffs look unlikely. I'm not sure what The Wildfowl's current record is but a little research shows that Jess Gulbranson scored an exclusive interview with Meshell Ndegeocello back in November 2009.

We haven't lost to the Terrors/Wildfowl in over four years. Hopefully, they don't get their revenge at an inopportune time for Rod.