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Big Bat Bacon • July 24th, 2019 

JET CITY – In the pasture that is Jet City Arena drew together YFS Plowboys, the Dirty Southerners, and Rose City faithful for a f-nuts bender invitational. With 2 days of pre-tilt liver waterboarding, the visiting d-shits brought their best and served up their worst in an epic battle of wits, strength, and organ stamina.  

Understanding his priorities, DSS Galactics apostle, Monk, left behind his young family to dredge BP oil-soaked mud from the living room floors while he and his english dandy, Jolly sauntered seersucker-suited into the Great PNW....

The Intern  •  June 8th, 2019

SANTA MONICA – The first thing everyone noticed as they strutted onto the tarmac of Blacktop Beach for YFSLA's inaugural Championship was the cryptic arrangement of rocks along the first base line. A small field of stones the size of a small child's fist appeared there as if by magic. Perhaps enterprising raccoons engaged in some sort of primitive version of Othello. Or maybe Ryler, that perfect son belonging to Cynthia's friends had laid them down as an ominous message to the stalwarts of YFSLA. 

Whatever that message was,...

Soy Peligroso • June 23rd, 2019

BROOKLYN – Before we get to the “sturm und drang” of a seemingly typical late June Sunday at the Mothership, let’s peek at the week prior where the Dads (those who consult a shared google calendar before taking a shit) battled the Lads (those with sweet, sweet freedom to shit wherever they please, whenever they please) in the 8th matchup of these two storied powerhouses. Imagine my surprise, 1200 miles away mindlessly dunking my pubescent 2-year-old into the Gulf of Mexico, when an ESPN alert popped up on my phone: “LADS...

Monk  •  May 23rd, 2019

"They ARE who we thought they were'
- Double Barrel

NEW ORLEANS – On May 18th, 2019, Twenty men took to St. Patrick's Field.  Five emerged as Champions. William Wallace would describe them as Warrior Poets.  Flapjack would call them Dickball Legends. Both would be correct. The 2019 D$$ Hearts Ship  team of Ay Caramba, the Butcher, Flapjack, The Natural & Sugar was one of the greatest teams ever assembled in Stickball's Modern Era.  Their game was relentlessly brutal, demoralizingly destructive, and epicly beautiful. In short: it was...