April 9th,2010. In the far-away island home of LA Darger staff shooter, Number 18, it is customary of the gun-loving water peoples to shoot a fish on the first Friday following the Religious West's Easter Sunday. In South Beach City, the popular citizens play a cruel game with the local sports community involving bats and fish every Friday. So it was inevitable that under a sticky, beach-baked sun that seldom sets in defeat, LA's swift push to the southernmost shores of the United Panhandle would be anything but scenic.
Hauling one thousand and one miles southbound along the long, cement spine of I95, the relentless consistency of commerce coming in and out of the municipal sporting fortress and it's surrounding bi-ways was hardly enough to detour the strong-armed performance delivered today by the 4-line Fireballer. Under the command of General Glory, the always honorable Number 18 was accurate and steadfast as he picked off line after line of nearly every enemy advancement.
The mighty wrath of Number 99 finally broke open the outer lines of defense during his 3rd battery, bringing the entire regiment around to solidify another well fought victory. Number 15 continued to gain respectful attention with a span of speed and excellence. With the smell of smoked fish well fortified into their road worn uniforms, the Dargers prevailed on their first Friday of the 2010 war. W is for Fish Fryday.
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