Just a day before the biggest wiffle championship in all of Addison County and part of Rutland, the defending champion Lagers shocked the wiffling world by trading their entire 2010 line-up (and a case of Miller High Life) for Lonichiro. The lowly Loggers, struggling to sell tickets in their well chronicled Wifftober drought, could no longer afford Lonichiro's hefty contract. Knowing that you could never replace Lonichiro, they tried to get an array of players. The Lagers, left with no players after the trade, used the High Life to coax the Ghost of Guapo, J-Mac, and Lucky Charms out of retirement. They added the rookie phenom "The Beebs" to round-out the line-up on the cheap.Read more

BOB GIBSON: Well, and let me say this: A guy hitting a homerun off of me is not a reason for me to throw at the guy. If the guy hits my best pitch in a good location and he hits a homerun that's a reason for me to throw at him. You know what I mean? I don't want him getting my best pitch. There's a lot of mistakes that I'm going to make and when I make a mistake, he's capable of hitting a homerun. Well, that's my fault. But when he goes out and get my really, really good pitch and hits a homerun off it, hmm, he might have to get hit the next time.

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No piece of LowBall memorabilia carries so much history, no crown holds so much prestige as Lord Wiffle's Chalice. Wifflers the world over lie awake at night dreaming of getting just a sip from the sacred Chalice. There has been an air of mystery surrounding the origins of the trophy until I, celebrated wiffle journalist Hugh Wifflerton, uncovered all the details in this expose.Read more

Come this Saturday, LowBall Wiffle will proudly celebrate the 5th annual Wifftober championship, believed by many to be the finest wiffle match played in all of Addison County and part of Rutland. From its humble beginnings to its slightly less humble current state, Wifftober represents the pinnacle of LowBall, the opportunity to leave a mark on history and taste success directly from the sacred Lord Wiffle's Chalice.Read more

In Vermont autumn means two things, peak foliage and peak wiffle. After suffering through the traditional mid season slump of action, LowBall fans were treated to a classic Sunday morning battle. The game pitted the Black Sox (Lagers) of Lonichiro, Black Cloud, and Tremendous against the Other Sox (Loggers) of J-Mac, Chin Music, and the Plastic Surgeon.
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Extra! Extra! Read all about it!! Investigative journalism at its finest

By Femy LeBouche

OTTER VALLEY, Vermont -
Famed fireballer Lonichiro goes straight! That's right folks, you read it hear first, I, famed journalist, Le Wiffleur, have uncovered an amazing scoop. The extended lull in Wiffle, like a relationship with too infrequent trysts, has caused some eyes to wander. Curious what the stars were doing with their time during the all-star break and not buying the all too oft heard line, "I'm taking time off to spend time with my family," I went under deep cover to see what one of Lowball's finest was doing with his time. Disguised as a pair of tall socks I was able to infiltrate his gym bag and trail him to, shock of all shocks, a baseball game.Read more

Earlier today, I, celebrated wiffle journalist Hugh Wifflerton, received shocking news that the mid summer's classic would be cancelled. I was choking on the fried chicken I was having for breakfast, when the informant went on to explain the alternative, more refined event.

The Friendly Confines will place host to the inaugural Masters of Wiffle next Friday. The spectacle promises to bring a new level of sophistication to LowBall.Read more

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It's working!

I started to groove. Through the first 4 2/3 innings of Game 4, Dock had no-hit the Padres. This was easy. The pixelated field was so lush and vibrant, ground zero for some damn good video-game baseball, courtesy of me, the shaggy dude with a head full of low-grade lysergide. I was putting on an absolute clinic for these imaginary spectators, not to mention Craggs and Toder. "You're cruising right along," one of them said, or maybe it was the hydrangea. They marveled at how quickly I'd mastered Dock's palm ball.

After a massive June, the collective lungs of LowBall have contracted leaving only the true diehards to do battle on the fields of wiffle. Long assumed to be days of inferior play, something odd has happened over the last few weeks. Instead of whimpering at the reduced attendance, a dedicated few have embraced the chaos and some of the best wiffle witnessed in years has emerged. These few are said to be living that wiffle lifestyle, a way of the weekend that pays homage to the early days of baseball. These players stumble from the high hills of Lincoln to the lowlands of Burnham, seeking out the great battle, surviving by the bat and the ball, resting only when a game does not present itself.Read more