Brick by Brick

June 16th, 2010. The might and efficiency of No.99 and No.16 demolished the Ohio guardsmen on Wednesday night with decisive ballistic strikes, and the swagger was back in No.22, as he led a strong, continuous, assault against the menacing, red, fighting machine. 
W is for Winnebago.

Glossolalia

June 2nd, 2010. In a cloudless, high-noon showdown, pitted against the same snake-eyed snipers that have been slithering around the dry grasslands of Chavez Ravine for the last two days, the Traffic Town reserves put together an astonishingly accurate recreation of the previous, tedious battle. So, the guns stayed quiet well into the late afternoon.
    The home reservists, with their ammo depot depleted, were unable to sequester an unsolicited advance from the cold-blooded, tail-chasing, reptile regiment, so the Darger regulars were called back into action. Notable exception should be taken of the new recruit, No.59, who was ultimately called on to lead the troops late in the scuffle; he finished off the Arizona enlistees with commanding diplomacy and patience.
    With the wide-eyed, straight-shooter fighting to keep the tiring Darger army on the heels of the foreign raiders, the war-storied veteran, No.9, finally deposited a well-timed mortar to secure another victory, sweeping the last snakes from the city.
W is for reptilia mortius triplicatus

Wild Tiger!

May 21st, 2010. With the Michigan Militia's motorcade of late-model tanks rolling westward into Traffic Town along the 10 Freeway, General Glory curiously stacked his first-line of defense behind the resurgent sergeant-at-arms, No.58, with a group of second-line peacekeepers, Nos.5, 17, 21, and No.3. The saber-rattling started just before sundown, against a dirty, war-ravaged, city skyline.
    The garrison of cagey yeomanry struck fast, but No.58 fought a solid battle, holding the beastly, foreign, invaders at a stiff arms length. He was relieved late in the fracas, with mop-up duty performed efficiently by No.54 and No.51. 
    It was a wild, wild, western welcome for the Motor City's militant maquisard on Friday night. Chavez Ravine braces for another scrappy, showroom, showdown on Saturday afternoon. The war drags on; racing at a caged tiger's pace.
W is for Cruise control.

Dargers' 2010 Battle Begins On Road.

April 5th, 2010. WAR!!! Steel City is a long, day and a half's haul from Traffic Town. Two thousand, four hundred and forty miles of seventy-five degree night and daylight...1,000 miles of sweat per hour. Spring  Camp had proved not to be a spring- but a speed bump. To be honest, the opening day contest for the 2010 Los Angeles Dargers felt more like it was a million miles away. The lasting image of the battle that comes to my mind is that of a rotten Vadalia Onion exploding into an eye-watering explosion of yellow and black venom upon it's test-dummy impact with the filthy, bullet-holed windshield of a 1970's South American Ford Motor Coup car. THUMP! Number 44 led the plunge into the Allegheny River on Monday afternoon, throwing everything but the el fregadero de cocina at the Eye Patches for four futile innings, while  Numbers 23, 27, 33, 99 took the high road to the promises of another fight, and a successful 2010 war campaign. All ends that ends...well?

L is for Viva la Vadilla! RAGE ON! This Road is Our Road!