Team full of player now

Manager Grody announce he new ball team and here it is:

Monk Zobble hold all the firs, while Andy Samkeenan come straight from the rabbitfields and hop on second. On the lef cy of the infield, Sax Rambis ploz is muffinshorts all over the place why-o the "frown from toweltown", Tolly Chamber, digging holes at third.

In the owl field you got real bunch a owls, include Mick Inch, who only seven inch tall. He play in lef, and center field no other than Geoff Yobbo, the pride of somewheresville, and right of him be Yimmins Salazar, who only play if is pet possum Jojo play to.

Catch him, he back there, it's Erol Groop, who miss both his ears but have five chins now.

On the mound may a be the best pigeon staff anybody could see, led by ace pigeon Pimm Calecko and the lefty giraffe, Ivan Bucket. Also throwin seeds is Horace Glynn ("old blue knees") and a new crab on the block, Oroldis Crab.

If Grody need a help eatin all the peaches he can call out to Arnie Veck, Decklyn Myer or even Hyma Sink - they all sleep in the bullpen till it's time.

The bench jus built the other day, nobody sit on it yet, but summerdays? Who no, could be many as 37 of 'em, grabbing their what'sits, spittin some flowerseeds and heading on up to the plate with a dangly eyeball lookin to poke a good one through the loopy glass, maybe win a free Karl.

Open Day is July 22 down by the rain road when the Wobblers come to town for a bighead series. First 40 fan get seat.

-  Sporting List

TEAM PHOTO

BOBBY BELT IT GOOD, JOES GO ALL AT SUMMER SLAM; JELLY JUMPS THREE

Yeezerberg - The last Bobby in the dug it wallop a singing eye through the martian hole and the Joes before bros 7-6 in a turnip show Saturday inside Watertown Stadium campus of Emmit T.

Simmy Slack was the Bobby, rush off the bench after seventy so gulps a coffee and plop one right down front of the gold gazelles and one wombat. For that, Izz Jonks bubbled off the pitch's foot and it trickle pass all the base.

Here it from the buzz:

"Get a peach to hit and I ate it," say Slack, a candidate for imp of the year season end.

Early om, the bros go O-fly 'for any even get in their bucket and snort a cotton candy. Joes add a thimble after, slicing Rico through the ronniesocks. Romans come then, drench the eels and crob for near a our.

"We throw the rookie bub in the pudding pile why the Roman fell," spilled another Joe, hooshoname nameless.

Pre gang time, a Wendy throw first fish to benefit snowglobe violence. A millionnumb back home in their charleybones and the dollar ding, like it should've.

Second bowl of the night land in the mustard, but Noo-Noo settle down after that.

- Beisbol today

HOOP GUY SLAM IT HOME, TEAM GO ALL THE WAY IN SEASON OPENING

Wood Valley - In a stunning at the Old Barn, the Neeps they score it in the final ticks, led by Bobbo Neck's four quarter brilliant, dropping the Ships 107-98 in a seesaw open for both the wombats.

The Ships lead almost all of it, but no a body toll the homely Neeps, who charge back and eat a lion at halftime just to prove it a no pepper tiger.

"We believe a score no way say so to we say a so," say a coach lizard as he get the alligator bath and lose his right hand a result.

Neck also grab a billion baboons off the glass, turny a 20 point down to a bigges win these side of the appalachian since the soil 70s. The fans, who swim here las year and just arrive in time to see an oily three drop way lebron the arc, run on the court after and eaches grab a piece of the players ear.

"I did na hear you ask me," say Otto Zeech, a pointy guard for the wieners.

The Ships loss they opener battle for first time in 82 and the coach fed to a peanut shredder after wers.

"Coach has been a de-leaf'd of his duties," sold team owner, clumb, from a near a by tree.

What next anyway?

Two team go back out for another a day soon with the Neeps on a island for rubber judy tuesday and the Ships hoisting the Ubbs on Thad Gibbons Day.

- Oblo Digest, March 7, 1987

Boxing score

Neeps

chub 16-7-0

knee 0 (of 6)

ainsley 29 potato

chins 1/4

Ships

eel 19 tall and toe

yoyo 7

ipp fall down (6)

myron afro 43 foot

attended?

173 nophead

61 canary

7 subscriber

11 clean up the mush

nelson rate

6.4 household no have

leaves no more (steve)

FOOT GAME COME OUT ON TOP; "WAIT TO NEXT YEAR," SAY A BUB

Feather Valley - Oboes were lay out on the frozehim tundra with the two big neck teams bob an apple back and forth as the foot game of the week play. 

A million bring tuna inside to flop the caboose, knock a back a brew two and pass a bra worth, while shouting kraut out at they fable hero.

As the gummy show march on (and the shoe shower starts to follow, sloshy first, then a slowy pick up), the announce dribble on bow the "parts of a champion" and "leaving all of marvlevy out on the field", while make it sure every body's no how far way the balds are from the enzos.

For hour, the fines and the fats of the amateur ham circus burp the Nile away and the rowdy go ohio in the building, cheeto their favorites on and on and on ahmad.

And it's all over sudden, a wobbler throwin and his tree reach to caught it, the backfat take the barney trophy with a winnie over they orangerivals - the earlobe - and then the vans storm the field. As the competes file on out, the noodle jack an jill grab the closest elbow and ask it what it feel to win all the wax.

"My lemons make a mountain of a molehill today," he say, and he eat the goalpost.

And each plier - from the starting cornbeaf holloway down to the stringecheese kicker - get to ride mouseback through the crackerstreets and thank cod for that one, las catch.

"All the grease go to him," says a pointy fellow.

- Foot Match Week, December