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

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

The year may go down in history as the Lost Season of LowBall, but the conclusion was an unforgettable, jawdropping masterpiece. For those that had written the league off as dead, it was a loud and clear message that the heart of LowBall beats strongly and defiantly. Despite a chopped down 9 inning set and the noticeable absence of J-Mac and El Guapo, LowBall fans were treated to pure wiffle bliss.Read more

I pulled into Lincoln, socks were well past the calf;
I just need some place where I can swing my bat.
"Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a game?"
He just grinned and shook my hand, "Gotta throw", he exclaimed.

Take LowBall off Lagers, take LowBall for free;Read more

Early this morning the rumblings started. The first photos from actual play were emerging in virtual print as I, celebrated wiffle columnist Hugh Wifflerton, started to dig into the most controversial play of the weekend's season finale. I had smelled something rank about it early on and it was not just the stench coming from a bunch of hung-over wifflers filled up with chili.Read more

Details are slim, but LMZ has secured the above photo showing Lord Wiffle's Chalice in an obvious state of dismay.  The wifflers were spotted leaving Dan's Place late on Saturday evening as patrons chanted and saluted the departing heroes.  This photo, taken outside of the HST venue, shows champion J-Mac holding the trophy as defeated Logger El Guap silently voices his disapproval.  The trophy was later spotted on the outskirts of Bristol missing its base and an handle.  Read more

The First Six:

It was 20 degrees at seven AM when the Lowbus made its first stop in Lincoln at Casa de Guapo.  By game time it had warmed to a balmy 28 degrees down in Waltham.  The grounds crew had mowed the frost off the field and was stretching the yellow power cords across the infield to mark the play boundaries.  The air was thick with the giddy feeling of getting away with something.  We had somehow convinced our wives and loved ones that a ten hour wiffle ball game was really the best use of our time.  The teams were pumped and the banter in the Oxley clubhouse was frivolous as West Coast mixed up a top-notch batch of Bloody Marys for the game.  Read more