ROAD (Reorganization Objective Army Division) RAGE!

April 20th, 2010.  Monday's mobilization back eastward across 2,200 miles of the nation's ever expanding midsection allowed the Darger fighting machine an extra day of wanderjahr , and the Darger Brass an extra day to mull over their munitions, and re-examine their reconnaissance. As predicted, the siege of "Porkopolis" began just after a symbolic armistice attempt failed. Early success from a base-clearing, ballistic bludgeon by the marching force's steady veteran, No. 23, was surrendered almost immediately back to the natty foe by the blundering blisterfoot, No. 58.
    An embattled core of offensive unity, led by a brave horseback rally late in the struggle by No. 27, brought a temporary truce to the killing fields, and he is deserving of many medals for his mettle and superstar firepower. It's worth noting that No. 99 was back on his horse for the fracas after his latest triumphant return to duty back in Traffic Town, and contributed to the cause.
    In the end, however, the outcome of the game was determined by a preemptive, pacificatory disarmament by the second line of defense, No. 38. On this course, one might want to question the horse, but when almost all of the horses are gunning off-course, one might need to question the horse's courses. That would be the Brigadier General, of course! L is for subparmachinegun

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!