It is with much regret that I have to announce the closing of the Friendly Confines. After a long and drawn out legal battle with our ruminant co-tenants it has been determined meat production takes precedent over our sacred game.
As retribution, I have decided we will sacrifice one of these lambs to the gods of wiffle during Wifftober Fest.
There will be no home opener, no plastic, no high-life, no glee, the Friendly Confines are no more.
Yours depressed,
Guapo
dark days.
Darkness warshed over the League, darker'n a black steer's tookus on a moonless prairie night. There was no bottom.