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		<title>by: James Freund</title>
		<link>http://blog.steppenwolf.org/2007/05/11/steppenwolf-all-stars-begin-season/#comment-227</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 23 May 2007 19:43:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Clarendon Park - Field 3 - I was just reading some content from mlb.com that gave all kinds of explanations of the slow-start nature of the big league's slumping stars.  There were things cited like change of teams, poor weather and previous injuries as to why superstars somtimes stumble out of the gate.  I poured over the article more than once and no where did it have any explanation of where all the Lady All-Stars are hiding themselves.
   Yep, we were on the brink of having to forfeit against the much-hated rival AP2 on Mondee past, when magic happened.  I walked up to Dianne the Ump (with the sweet strike call) and told her the news.  Ladies of Steppenwolf I want to let you know that Dianne was floored at the concept of a Steppenwolf forfeit.  &quot;Whaaat did you do to all the ladies, Jimmy?&quot;  As I bowed my head in disgust at being ridiculed by an Umpire, I heard the collective voice of the Steppenwolf All-Stars celebrate the arrival of Joei Cohan.  Then I turned my head and there was Blaire Beatty riding up on her shimmering white horse, glove in hand.  As we were clicking our heels and doing jazz hands across the diamond, up strode the final lady to make us legit, Katrina Wosko.  In the span of two minutes, we went from talking of a forfeit to having a full roster including three precious women.
   I guess all the tension of having to take a forfeit wore heavy on the All-Star minds, hands and bats.  AP2 raced to a 10-0 lead in the first two innings and barely broke a sweat doing it.  The Steppenwolf attack was quiet as a church mouse with multiple personalities.  The All-Stars were unable to push any runs across the plate until the last inning when the game was out of hand, but oh what fun we had.
   With AP2 in a comfortable lead of 16-0, the beloved All-Stars, fueled by a loud crowd of on-lookers, started to string some success together into a nice little scoring garland.  Hits by Ian Barford, Keith &quot;Sticky Fingers&quot; Neagle, Martin Hage and Trey Sandlin loaded up the bases and pushed a run across to break up the shutout.  The with the bases drunk, up came &quot;Diesel&quot; Cecil Burroughs.  Diesel had a rough day brewing in his two previous trips that produced a buncha nothing.  It was probably that bad taste in his mouth that led to the line drive Grand Slam that cleared the bases.  Way to go Diesel!!!
   Even though the final came out to be 16-5 in favor of the bad guys, a great time was had by all.  There will be a one-week hiatus for the League in observance of Memorial Day.  Next game will be on Mondee, June 4 at 6:30 PM.  It will be against perrenial powerhouse The Spot, formerly known as Frankie J's.  It's the late game, you should consider a visit to field #1.  The champagne bottle desperatly wants to shower some All-Stars.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Clarendon Park - Field 3 - I was just reading some content from mlb.com that gave all kinds of explanations of the slow-start nature of the big league&#8217;s slumping stars.  There were things cited like change of teams, poor weather and previous injuries as to why superstars somtimes stumble out of the gate.  I poured over the article more than once and no where did it have any explanation of where all the Lady All-Stars are hiding themselves.<br />
   Yep, we were on the brink of having to forfeit against the much-hated rival AP2 on Mondee past, when magic happened.  I walked up to Dianne the Ump (with the sweet strike call) and told her the news.  Ladies of Steppenwolf I want to let you know that Dianne was floored at the concept of a Steppenwolf forfeit.  &#8220;Whaaat did you do to all the ladies, Jimmy?&#8221;  As I bowed my head in disgust at being ridiculed by an Umpire, I heard the collective voice of the Steppenwolf All-Stars celebrate the arrival of Joei Cohan.  Then I turned my head and there was Blaire Beatty riding up on her shimmering white horse, glove in hand.  As we were clicking our heels and doing jazz hands across the diamond, up strode the final lady to make us legit, Katrina Wosko.  In the span of two minutes, we went from talking of a forfeit to having a full roster including three precious women.<br />
   I guess all the tension of having to take a forfeit wore heavy on the All-Star minds, hands and bats.  AP2 raced to a 10-0 lead in the first two innings and barely broke a sweat doing it.  The Steppenwolf attack was quiet as a church mouse with multiple personalities.  The All-Stars were unable to push any runs across the plate until the last inning when the game was out of hand, but oh what fun we had.<br />
   With AP2 in a comfortable lead of 16-0, the beloved All-Stars, fueled by a loud crowd of on-lookers, started to string some success together into a nice little scoring garland.  Hits by Ian Barford, Keith &#8220;Sticky Fingers&#8221; Neagle, Martin Hage and Trey Sandlin loaded up the bases and pushed a run across to break up the shutout.  The with the bases drunk, up came &#8220;Diesel&#8221; Cecil Burroughs.  Diesel had a rough day brewing in his two previous trips that produced a buncha nothing.  It was probably that bad taste in his mouth that led to the line drive Grand Slam that cleared the bases.  Way to go Diesel!!!<br />
   Even though the final came out to be 16-5 in favor of the bad guys, a great time was had by all.  There will be a one-week hiatus for the League in observance of Memorial Day.  Next game will be on Mondee, June 4 at 6:30 PM.  It will be against perrenial powerhouse The Spot, formerly known as Frankie J&#8217;s.  It&#8217;s the late game, you should consider a visit to field #1.  The champagne bottle desperatly wants to shower some All-Stars.
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		<title>by: James Freund</title>
		<link>http://blog.steppenwolf.org/2007/05/11/steppenwolf-all-stars-begin-season/#comment-226</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2007 05:41:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Blue Man Group Groupies 11; Steppenwolf All-Stars 6

Clarendon Park-Field 2- So, I downplayed the whole thing like Tyrus.  I showed up a fashionable 50 early and there was the other team, the Blue Man Group Groupies, actually on the field, taking practice.  In my entire life of 16&quot;, the other team has never shown up early, not against STC.  I got there, locked up my horse and turned my head to see the All-Stars over in the corner lookin' at each other, somewhat perplexed by the presence of another team this early in the day.
     Then we remembered why we were there.  We started throwin' shit, hittin' shit, shittin'.  There was this son' bitch named Larry that whaled on grapefruits, making the All-Stars break a sweat in warm-ups.  Then the skip had to call the team together to break the good news of a flippin' forfeit because there aint enough lay-lady-lays on the field.  Can you imagine?
     About five minutes to curtain, the ensemble showed up.  And Baleigh and Alyson and Evan, and all was right in the world.  We had a team that only had to take one out against a team that sent pictures to their parents saying they were playing softball against the Steppenwolf Theatre All-Stars.  Blue Man Group had sticks of dy-no-mite so far up their arses, ready to blow STC away, I'm shocked they could keep score of the game.  Too bad we showed up to play.  Blue Man Group Groupies would have preferred the easy route they expected rather than the hard-fought, 11-6 pipe slappin' nail-biter that it turned out to be.
     In the top of the first, the Groupies put the pedal to the medal, scoring 8 bonafide runs on a bunch hits.  In the bottom of the first, the All-Stars matched wits with four runs of their own on hits by Gregor Mortis, Martin, Good Time Charlie Moser, Ensemble Rep Ian Barford, Trey &quot;Way&quot;
Sandlin and a sweet-ass walk by Alyson Roux.  The merry-go-round would kept up the hit parade with Evan &quot;Timmmmberrrrrrrr&quot; Hatfield diggin' in like he owns prop'ty.  But, the ever-lovin' All-Stars had to take an out due to being short a girl, yet again.  Where's Mariann Mayberry's rowdy, yellin' ass when you just need her to take second base?  Thanks for the Ian tip, My Queen.  It's time to get to work on Miep if you ask me.
     Being down 8-4 after one inning and 9-4 after two did not take the wind out of the All-Stars collective sails.  STC kept pressure on with another episode of solid defense, Tatum O'Neal moxie, and some parting-o'-the-Red-Sea wind.  I wish David New and his shot snappin' dawg would been there 'cause there were some definite ride-the-dirt-wave moments.  Huge props to Hardcore Cory Conrad for droppin' the grapfruits down the elevator shaft in that maelstrom.
     The All-stars kept the game close and never came across a moment to hang their heads, bowing to the Groupies by the score of 11-6.  One run better than last week, eh?  Next week is versus the Evil Empire of AP2 (The Annoyance) at 5:20 PM on field #3.  Hope to see you all there.</description>
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<p>Clarendon Park-Field 2- So, I downplayed the whole thing like Tyrus.  I showed up a fashionable 50 early and there was the other team, the Blue Man Group Groupies, actually on the field, taking practice.  In my entire life of 16&#8243;, the other team has never shown up early, not against STC.  I got there, locked up my horse and turned my head to see the All-Stars over in the corner lookin&#8217; at each other, somewhat perplexed by the presence of another team this early in the day.<br />
     Then we remembered why we were there.  We started throwin&#8217; shit, hittin&#8217; shit, shittin&#8217;.  There was this son&#8217; bitch named Larry that whaled on grapefruits, making the All-Stars break a sweat in warm-ups.  Then the skip had to call the team together to break the good news of a flippin&#8217; forfeit because there aint enough lay-lady-lays on the field.  Can you imagine?<br />
     About five minutes to curtain, the ensemble showed up.  And Baleigh and Alyson and Evan, and all was right in the world.  We had a team that only had to take one out against a team that sent pictures to their parents saying they were playing softball against the Steppenwolf Theatre All-Stars.  Blue Man Group had sticks of dy-no-mite so far up their arses, ready to blow STC away, I&#8217;m shocked they could keep score of the game.  Too bad we showed up to play.  Blue Man Group Groupies would have preferred the easy route they expected rather than the hard-fought, 11-6 pipe slappin&#8217; nail-biter that it turned out to be.<br />
     In the top of the first, the Groupies put the pedal to the medal, scoring 8 bonafide runs on a bunch hits.  In the bottom of the first, the All-Stars matched wits with four runs of their own on hits by Gregor Mortis, Martin, Good Time Charlie Moser, Ensemble Rep Ian Barford, Trey &#8220;Way&#8221;<br />
Sandlin and a sweet-ass walk by Alyson Roux.  The merry-go-round would kept up the hit parade with Evan &#8220;Timmmmberrrrrrrr&#8221; Hatfield diggin&#8217; in like he owns prop&#8217;ty.  But, the ever-lovin&#8217; All-Stars had to take an out due to being short a girl, yet again.  Where&#8217;s Mariann Mayberry&#8217;s rowdy, yellin&#8217; ass when you just need her to take second base?  Thanks for the Ian tip, My Queen.  It&#8217;s time to get to work on Miep if you ask me.<br />
     Being down 8-4 after one inning and 9-4 after two did not take the wind out of the All-Stars collective sails.  STC kept pressure on with another episode of solid defense, Tatum O&#8217;Neal moxie, and some parting-o&#8217;-the-Red-Sea wind.  I wish David New and his shot snappin&#8217; dawg would been there &#8217;cause there were some definite ride-the-dirt-wave moments.  Huge props to Hardcore Cory Conrad for droppin&#8217; the grapfruits down the elevator shaft in that maelstrom.<br />
     The All-stars kept the game close and never came across a moment to hang their heads, bowing to the Groupies by the score of 11-6.  One run better than last week, eh?  Next week is versus the Evil Empire of AP2 (The Annoyance) at 5:20 PM on field #3.  Hope to see you all there.
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