Strange memories on this nervous night in Bristol. Five games later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era—the kind of peak that never comes again. Addison County in the middle of Summer 2010 was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run...but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant....Read more

Dark was the month of August. Fans and writers alike stood agape at fallow fields of play, dumbfounded by the utter lack of interest in a sport once teeming with enthusiasm. The inkwells of the LowPress all but dried up.

Any astute fan of a game knows that sooner or later there will be some stoppage of play that no official can resume. Somewhere in the summer of 2010 LowBall reached adolescence and sat alone with a bottle of pills, twisted on Mad Dog and wondering at the meaning of it all. Will we see LowBall next year, next month, next weekend? I wonder will LowBall even make it through the night?Read more

As karmic redemption goes...I am not an overly religious man though, at times, I can't help but see more than mere coincidence in certain events of life.  Long have I enjoyed the reverie of the LowBallers yet of late I must admit to troubled sleep.  

I have heard tell that the trophy, that Chalice of Chalices, is no longer of the integrity which all Wifflers witnessed throughout the day.  Mere hours after the Lager's laid victorious hands upon the Cup of Lord Wiffle its gleam began to fade.  The finely crafted new base, the foundation if you will, has come undone.  Lord Wiffle perhaps casts his thoughts of the Lager's initial scoring runs for us mere mortals to ponder?Read more